So, I mostly finished the emergency knitting for Kevin's birthday (yesterday): a scarf from yarn I spun (the pattern is the Yarn Harlot's one row handspun pattern... I think, because this is the second one I've made but I didn't actually look at the directions this time so it's possible that it's an interpretation).
He claims to like it more that it looks like he does in this picture.
I did wrap it on the needles with a small ball of yarn attached, but that's probably just as well because I would have kept knitting till the yarn ran out, but it turns out that would have been too long. So I have a little bit of yarn left.
Here's the fabric up close.
Scarf in Sun
And here's the wool before I spun it:
Yes, It Really Was This Orange
Anyway, happy birthday yesterday, Kevin!
[Speaking of the Yarn Harlot, someone I didn't know addressed me as Stephanie (as in, "Stephanie?") at Rhinebeck two weekends ago. It took me a second, but I realized who she meant, and said no. I thought it was funny, since Stephanie describes herself as short, and I'm pretty tall--but I was sitting down, and my head was bent down, so all she had to go one was the top of my head and upper rim of my glasses. Then at the Fiber Twist, a woman looked at me hard, then told me that I probably get this all the time, but I wasn't Stephanie, was I? Maybe I could become a niche market celebrity impersonator, if the whole archives thing gets boring? Except for the height problem, of course.]