

...but I don't think they're my thing.
Sorry for the utter lack of interesting updates. I have a ton of things to photograph and write about and what not, and absolutely NO TIME. Arg. So close to the end of thesis hell...so...close....

I've started making myself spin whenever I get too burnt out and stressed to do anything useful or think clearly. I figure I can be pissed off and useless all night and end with nothing, or I can be pissed off and useless all night and end with yarn. The choice is clear. And as you can see by that box of handspun, it's been an obnoxious few weeks. (Can you spot the sly and mysterious giant wooly yarnapillar? I don't think he's allowed over there anymore, since he horked up his breakfast a mere inches away from the handspun box this morning. This dog is determined to make sure I don't get my deposit back.)