Yesterday my long awaited yarn arrived.



I started the centre diamond and was zipping along, this morning when I heard Angel-Who-Isn't thumping and bumping around upstairs on the laminate floor. I knew DH had taken some kitty balls up there for her to play with and assumed that's what she was doing. I was wrong. Thirty minutes later I went upstairs to get another cup of coffee and guess who is sitting on my Moorit rovings. I managed to get her off without incurring any wounds, fluffed up my rovings as best I could and laid out some plastic cups that will noisily fall to the floor should she try to return to her new-found, comfy bed.



This was a 454g/1 lb bag of rovings my sister, Islander, gave me when I first bought my spinning wheel. I didn't have the confidence to try to spin it until now. Not a bad job if I do say so myself.



Eventually, I'm going to design and knit myself a lovely, warm shawl.