But I got distracted.
My very first skeins of handspun have been sitting in a bowl in the living room, staring at me. My most recent skeins went to live with my mum, and the Jacobs wool that I spun was knit into squares for a blanket that is likely to be finished sometime in the next decade (did I mention I was working on one of those? I'll have to post about it one of these weeks), but the first braid of fiber that I had spun into three skeins of bulky and colorful yarn was without a plan.
Today, instead of doing any of the very useful things on my list, I improvised a cover for my nook.
It's hideous. And I love it.