My ever-helpful cat Chekhov decides the blocking process will be hastened with a little bit of feline assist. I’ll take a clearer photo of the arm warmers when I’m done; I’m almost loathe to part with them because they’re so pretty, but they’re for a friend who has been so wonderfully helpful throughout my rollercoaster ride of a pregnancy.
I bought the handspun and hand-dyed 100 percent merino wool from a lovely lady in Vermont when the hub and I were there last fall, despite the fact that I’m allergic to animal fibers—or more accurately, “pokey” fibers, since I can wear extremely fine-gauge merino sock yarn without itching like a flea-bitten monkey. (My worst nightmare? Death by mohair.) It’s sad but true: I can’t resist the pretty, to my everlasting detriment.