Another fiber festival is looming on the immediate horizon, which means we have collectively descended into the 4th or so circle of hell here.
Pins are being needlefelted (though I can take no credit for the ghost and pumpkin pins, they are Secondo's creations):
Stitch markers are being wired (again with help from Secondo, who was thrilled to get a promotion to the assembly line, and Terzo, who now has the fine motor skills to thread the beads on the wires):
Row counters are being strung:
Cards are being assembled:
Yarn is being dyed:
Roving is being packaged:
...all on or around our dining room table. It's the only time it seems to get used but that's no consolation for the madness. Five more days, then it will be all over and the table can return to its lonely state of isolation.
At the same time, Primo is off to high school. Today was his first day. Here is his first day of school picture, per Amy's request, just before he caught the bus:
That's right, that's the sunrise you can see behind his silhouette. Come daylight savings in November, we are going to have to start carrying a Coleman lantern to get him to the end of the driveway at that time in the morning.