Oh, yes. I have many excuses as to why this mountain of wool has yet to be spun into gold.
For the most part, I think they are pretty good excuses.
#1. It's been gawdawful hot and humid. Absolutely unacceptable weather for downeast Maine.
I sweat. Wool sticks. Nuff said.
#2. My 81-year-old Dad has moved back home to Maine.
Enjoying some long overdue quality time.
#3. Winter's coming. We are still house-less.
Busy building and 'holding up the other end of that 2 X 4'.
#4. Daughter #1 is getting married in September.
I'm responsible for the 'bride sweater' (of course, sport weight hand spun island lamb)
& cake topper (of course, it involves fabric, paper, glue, & scissors).