I got all the blocks assembled on the Windmill quilt today but still have to add the 4 inch border. I was running back and forth between the design wall, the sewing machine, and the ironing board and glanced up out the window and saw this guy watching me.
I LOVE my sewing room – it looks out over the back yard and I often see our visitors wandering by.
I’ve been making a little progress on a scarf that’s on my needles but last night I decided to cast on another hat … grabbed a skein of yarn and went to pull from the center … what a mess! I didn’t have the patience to continue to try and sort it out so grabbed another skein and got started. This one will end up in a bag tossed aside for “one day” when I have the patience to untangle it.
You’d think with the color changes it would be easy to sort out but it wasn’t.
I have also experienced the unexpected ‘yarn barf’ – it’s so frustrating, and I do not have the patience to untangle it. Now I unwind the ball from the outside while knitting, unless I wind the ball myself. Good luck with your untangling.
Well, love your admirer at the window. But had to laugh when it looked like the tree behind him, at first, looked like his antlers. What a WOW! at first glance. Such pretty yarn as well. Hope you can find the patience to work on it soon.
Love the cute deer watching you. The tangles are his fault! So glad you’re staying busy in your work room.
If you have to have a window peeper, that’s the kind to have.
Ceci
Hi, Mary! My mom gave me the “untangling gene;” she was a wonder at it! If you would like me to step in, I would love to let you go back to your backyard sightseeing; the calm that you receive is much more important. (I wish that I could come see, too; my Granpa taught me all about Nature & her wonders, even in Minneapolis where I grew up.)
May I send you the postage?
I now live on 35 acres of hay meadow in southwest MO where I have a “Cottage” (translate to a 38′ stationary RV–my Happy Place).
Just the other day I caught sight of a small red fox from one of my big windows. As the pup moved out of the sight of that window, I also moved to the next window down the line. I ran out of window space, so I moved outside to continue to watch, standing stock still. The pup was joined by another; we knew that we have fox living here. The two stopped down the fence line and, low and behold, out of the brush next to our Barn pops a slightly larger fox. “Hello, Momma!” It was simply grand to watch the three of them cavorting across the field further south to the neighbor’s fence line and away.
That will be a very special memory for the rest of my life.
I wish the same to you.
May I help? pj stitches!
May I suggest you turn the tangled yarn over to one of your grandchildren? My young granddaughters have been really good at untangling yarn and string and ribbon for some reason.
I love your view too.
Arrggh on the yarn.