Moe Touts The New Yarns, The Pugs Are All Passed Out, Exhausted From Moving!

"I'm so exhausted I can't hardly keep my eyes
open. Pugs are useless. Have them move a few
blog entries from one blog to another and you'd
have thought you asked them to move Mount
Everest! Just about the only time I hear my
name around here anyway is when I'm being
yelled at because I'm trying to eat a pug, or if
Mama Maitri needs help. Well, I've been with
her for nearly 17 years, AND, right in front of
all those little hooligans that look like baked
potatoes on short legs she'll shout, 'Moe is the
ONLY DOG IN THE HOUSE WITH A REAL
NOSE.' That just makes everything worth
while! So let's get to the yarns....

"The Garden In Springtime" ~ 3/4 of a pound.

Maitri put a new yarn up today. It's very pretty if I do say so myself. It DOES look like the garden in springtime, all of the various greens, and the pretty spring flower colors. And it's whispy and sparkly and thick and heavy and curly and lush, luscious! to hold. This one just went up in the shop today!

Then she has -- well, one hates to say it and I hope she doesn't hear me -- an especially, well, peculiar kind of yarn. I couldn't believe the stuff she put in it. 1001 elements like her usual handspun but she took vintage bright green frilly edging and spun in right in all throughout. And THEN she cut up a silk scarf from Japan and spun some of that in too, and then she made it VERY thick (I think it's thick as a piano leg!) so that after soaking it's fuzzledy. She said it would be great fun to use in some wearable art and is still trying to decide if she wants to keep it or sell it, but I did the "Big Sad Eyes," business and mumbled that some of us couldn't live on fiber alone. Some of us actually need food and treats and she'd better sell it to feed us. Guilt trips always work on her so"Lemon & Lime Fizzies" will be up tomorrow or the next day. The thing is the yarn is do durned thick it's taking awhile to dry, but here are some pictures, a little preview...

She got one of those funny looks on her face that she gets when she is getting all nostalgic. Said the name came from some kinda stuff she had when she was a kid. "Fizzies." You dropped these big tablets in a glass of water and they flavored the water and made it go all fizzledy. If you ask me it just sounds like "the poor man's carbonated beverage." I mean (whispering)  she's SO old -- 56 poor dear -- that I don't think they had much of anything back in the olden days when she was little. It's sad really and worse she just won't get with the modern times. She keeps buying old stuff to use. 

I'm going to go to sleep now. If there's more to do she can do it. Everything can't fall to the only boy in the house with a real nose. I mean, there are limits.

She'll get back to you tomorrow and probably have the fizzledy lemon and lime yarn up. Right now she's working with a huge box of super soft hand-painted thick cotton yarns doing a scarfish, shawlish, something-or-otherish thing that I can't quite make out. She has a whole pile of knitting needles and crochet hooks in ALL different sizes and even when she's knitting it's on two different sized needles and I just can't make heads nor tails of it.

Moe, the splendid boy with the great big enormous kissable nose...