I cant wait for rasberries, so I made a little rasberry boy out of sculpey. Its a little fuzzy. My camera's batteries are almost totally dead and its snowwwwwwwing again. So its the best I can get for today.
This is a little baby, I made for Sarahnina. She said it is the best baby ever. She is probably able to make one herself, but shes my baby, still.
This is what was left of Calebs baby blanket. It was just a giant string. He calls it Biggy and it was really turning into a literal pile of strings. So I fired up my loom. I guess what I really did was warped up my loom and put what was left of Biggy into a weaving. I will hang it on the wall. After I patch a boy sized whole in the plaster. Oh the joys of living in a 170 year old house with boys.
This is a rug made of a blend of lambs wool and acrylic. The picture doesnt do it justice. Its more green and burgendy than can be seen in the picture. The labels say cranberry and snapdragon. I am working on a felted pair of clog like slippers, but I have one of those high efficiency washers and its not felting properly. My husband said to put them outside the door and robbers will believe " Giants be here" . Fee , Fi, Fo, Fum.

These are my lovely 6 foot high hedges, flattened.

We are expecting another 24 inches today : (

Ha Ha Ha, you get mittens. Poor Thalia, knitting teacher excellente. She was so patient and encouraging. But alas, gussets escape me. I fear she will have to go stitch by stitch if I am ever to finish those blasted socks. I have studied and stared till I am red eyed. I just cant get my backward eyes to see those darn gussets. Then my brain shuts down totally and I cant read a thing, let alone understand a pattern. But the mittens arrived rather uneventfully. They were just sitting there in my brain the whole time. Thanks again to Thalia for letting me move myself around her class so I could really see what she was teaching. Some people present information and call themselves teachers. Some people really teach. They are the real teachers, no tenure required.

What do you get when you try to teach a dyslexic to knit socks ?

This is our new kitchen composter. It too, is awaiting the arrival of spring. Its contents are um, frozen. Be patient little composter, we feel your pain : )