Mortaine’s Blog

This morning, John and I awoke to a plastic crashing noise in the bedroom. I got up and found this:

The cat had wound the feather-wand stick into the basketweave so that it would have a “spring” action (the tip of the wand is actually in the weave on the other side).

My cat, the engineer.

Oh, yes. And he had to drag that feather wand up two flights of stairs and down one to get it into the bedroom in the first place. Many engineers, especially feline ones, would get distracted by something on the way and forget the whole project.

[loosely x-posted to ]

This is some yarn I spun from fiber I got at the Michigan Fiber Festival– it’s called “Hodgepodge” and was basically fiber that was hanging around in her wool room, blended together.

And this is what I made with it last weekend.

x-posted to and my own journal.