So much help; so little progress. Boots is a rascal and, as almost always happens when I overstay my welcome in his room, or after about 10 minutes, I end up with him biting and me bleeding and then I grab my spray bottle of water and one little squirt and he finds a place to spend his time without aggravating me.
First, he plopped himself down right in front of the computer screen and was hanging over the edge and about to fall off onto the computer screen.
How’s that for completely turning his back on me?
I got up to grab more yarn and he took over my chair.
Look at that attitude. He had no intention of moving and when I picked him up, that’s when he started biting, I picked up the water bottle and he was gone before I got a good squirt off. He knows exactly what that water bottle does and he doesn’t like it.
I spent several hours working on the yarn and this is what I accomplished. One full tub of fingering weight and a partial tub of sport weight.
In my defense, I did get 113 entries done on the spreadsheet. If I could get about 90% of my yarn entered on this sheet, it would make it so much easier.
Spending this much time with the yarn is great. It makes me realize (1) I never need to buy another skein of yarn; (2) I love the yarn I have! I kept looking at it and thinking . . I’m going to put this one aside to make this or that but in the end, I convinced myself I was not in there looking for yarn but I was in there to get it organized so I tried to stay focus, along with wrangling a kitty!