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Well, the bedroom reno is finally pretty much done and the monkey made it through alive. Just the odd finishing touch left to be done. Here are the wardrobes that ate my bedroom. They’re massive! They allowed us to cut our closet space by about a third, which makes the tiny room feel a little bigger.
Can you believe I thought I could assemble these monstrosities myself? Not one of my brighter ideas.

This is a steel string guitar that I built about 15 years ago. It’s got a red cedar top, satinwood sides, and…

a holly, satinwood and mahogany pieced back with purpleheart binding. Quilt inspiration? You bet!

This dyed targhee arrived today from Spinning Bunny. The colours are gorgeous and the fibre is very soft. It’s going to make beautiful hats and socks. Maybe a lacy scarf.
The spindle is from a local guy. It’s 1.4g and has an oak shaft and flamed maple whorl. Love the hook on this thing, it’s perfect. I initially thought the carving on the shaft would bug me, but it doesn’t affect winding the cop at all and the spindle spins like a dream.

Dear Ingmar from Ikea,
May the fleas of a thousand camels infest your hairy parts. I have just spent three hours wrestling with what will forever be known as, “the furniture that ate my bedroom”. I realize that I’m partially to blame. We measured everything in the store, but we neglected to take into account the fact that things in large warehouses are larger than they appear. Much larger. Perhaps signs to this effect in the store would be helpful for hapless consumers? But that would likely ruin your fun. I can hear you laughing at me all the way from your hillside chalet in Sweden. The chalet that does not contain any furniture that you had to put together yourself. And WTF? MDF? Shouldn’t that be MDL? Medium density lead? I’m no weakling, but wrangling this stuff makes me feel like a puny little girl. I guess I should have realized that the offer of having it installed was really a very strong suggestion and the couple hundred bucks it would have cost would have saved much more than that at the chiroprator. Silly me.
In closing, I’m coming for you. Be afraid. As soon as my back heals, you’re in for a world of hurt my evil swedish friend.
Sincerely,
Your impending doom.

Spike loves wool. He particularly loves wool that’s knit into things. Like my almost finished Cowichan sweater. If he could knit (and wasn’t so freaking lazy) he’d be the perfect man.
I bet you’re wondering about the fate of the reno monkey. He still lives. Mainly because I’m too tired and achy from sleeping on the futon for nine days. If I had more energy, I couldn’t vouch for his safety at all. He went back to work on Tuesday and the renos were barely started. He spent a lot of time mudding (five bloody days!) and used a lot of spackle. I just put the second coat of paint on the walls today and I’m hoping that the window trim will go back on tonight. I also hope that the floor will go down tomorrow. If that happens, I could be sleeping in my own bed by tomorrow night. That would make me VERY happy. Of course, that still leaves four new wardrobes to be assembled and furniture to be dusted (effing drywall dust gets everywhere) and arranged, but at least I can see the light at the end of tunnel. Hah! It’s probably a train.

Just look at the cheeky reno monkey threatening to spray me with the hose! His blatant disregard for my wrath is shameful. I’ll have to beat him with a rolled up newspaper later. Perhaps when he’s not so dirty. Hmm, that doesn’t sound right.

So, I was a good bunny and knit the swatch and did the drawing for the Nihon Vogue class this morning. I really liked the swatch and was looking forward to knitting the sweater. Stupid me. I should have known that it would mean curtains for that particular garment. At least for the time being. The gauge is too big and so is the cable pattern for the shape of the garment I meant to do. And when I came home to pick out a finer wool for the swatch, I came to an alarming conclusion… I have no wool. Okay, I can feel you rolling your eyes, but with the upheaval around here, most of The Stash is unaccessible right now. The plan as it stands now: save pretty swatch for later when class is over, continue with stretchy cotton swatch for tankini for final project, swatch bluey handspun for other final project, and finally, swatch purple Optimum for insanely patterned cardigan that teacher has made. Did ya hear that splatty popping sound just now? That was my head splitting open like an over-ripe grape and messing up my computer screen. Think I’ll curl up in the fetal position and hum for a while.

Okay, so I missed a day, stop emailing me! The reno monkey is NOT dead. See? Here he is, happy, smiling, well-fed and very clearly not buried under the shed. Sheesh. Give me a little more credit. That’s the first place anyone would look for a body. Yesterday he chose the new paint colour, a nice soft mossy green. Yes, I got a man to choose a paint colour for something that wasn’t a car. Where’s my medal?!

It would seem that my resistance is at a low point these days as I have been quite easily coerced into joining two knitalongs: The Amazing Lace and Trek Along With Me. I’ll admit it, I’m weak. It’s not like I don’t have enough to do already. And I just looove deadlines. I’ve picked the purple merino laceweight to do the Adamas Shawl with and the blue Trekking doesn’t have a sock pattern yet. I’m open to suggestions, just no more knitalongs please. I may be weak right now, but eventually I would find you and, payback as they say, is a me.

Day 2 and the reno monkey is still kicking. We even cleaned him up and went out for dinner. Progress is slower than we had hoped, but that’s always what happens with renos. Not enough hours in the day and we’re overoptimistic. Still haven’t even picked a paint colour!

And just so no one thinks it’s all about the monkey…
I finally got the owl charted for the Cowichan sweater and now I can continue with the back. I’m not usually happy with browns, but the colours go together so well that I really like it. It’s gonna be a great beach sweater.

Day one of renos and the monkey is still with us. The new window snipe hunt was a close call, but things are back on track. I’ll try to use a newspaper tomorrow so everyone will know he’s not “swimming with the fishes”.

Hi my name is Lara and I’m addicted to drop spindles. I haven’t ordered any spindles now for several days, but they keep coming in the mail. I have no hope of getting clean. Is there a Betty Ford for spindle abuse? Anyhow, here we’ve got a Gabe C. in aromatic cedar, a Bosworth in Kauri, and a Grafton Mala. Sadly, I’ve been too busy to really try them yet.

Another Nihon Vogue project done! Getting closer to the end all the time. Yup, it’s crochet, but thankfully, it’s only a collar rather than the skirt suit the text would have us do. Pretty sure I don’t have the physique to carry off a crocheted skirt, let alone an entire suit. Bet Anthea will figure out how to comment now, if only to send me big, wet raspberries.

My Peonies have bloomed! The tree peony has two blooms this year. It’s one of my all-time favorite flowers. Had to put something pretty up as tomorrow the bedroom renos start. Pray that I don’t have to club the monkey on the head with a heavy object.

25 colours, one pot of Brazilwood. I admit it, I didn’t believe it would give really different colours, but it did. Not only that, but some of those pinks and purples are really great. I might even use some of those colours. I’m still not a natural dyeing convert, but results like this do make me rethink my, “ugh, it’s so much work” feelings.

Yay! Another Nihon Vogue project done. I don’t even know what number this one is. I’ve totally lost track and I’m doing two or three extra projects, so who knows. There’s such a fine line between over-achiever and just plain dumbass. This sweater proved that simpler is sometimes better. I tried to do a really fancy border before the yoke and it looked really bad. REALLY bad. Took me six hours. Three sets of calculations, two picked up bands (one with over 400 stitches the other only 300 and some), and two inches of knitting. Six hours. Knew I should rip it out and continued knitting. Thought I might like it more in another few rows. I was completely delusional. Spent twenty minutes the next day pulling it all out. I’d call it a learning experience, but it wasn’t the first time I’ve done it and I somehow doubt it will the last. Yup, dumbass. Not such a fine line after all.

I love the smell of merino in the morning.
This is the same hat as the yellow/burgundy one from previous posts, done in handspun merino. It’s from roving I got from Winderwood Farms in NY. They have some gorgeous colourways and some great fibres.

Here’s Spike riding the shed monkey. He’ll ride his human for hours. Strange but cute. The shed is done but for a door on hinges. I hope to move the gardening stuff out there next weekend and start planning out the stash storage. I can’t wait to have a semi-organized stash. Might put a chair out in the middle of the room so I can just sit there and dream up projects. Ahhh…