A gray day in April

The magnolias are on the downward side by now. A couple days of rain, and they are beginning to look like a convention of college homecoming queens from 1988. Overblown perhaps?

I have been doing some spinning of the mallard-blue rovings. It's not soft enough for innerwear. but maybe a felted bag? Or two? The colors are beautiful.


And the lizard queen hat progresses. The yarn was a gift from Amy Lane. The beads are estate sale treasures. And the sparkly yarn is something that just jumped into my arms during a stroll through the lys. It was pink. It was shiney. I was helpless to resist.