Note to self...
....and by "may explode" they mean this
Well, when your hovel is a small tin box and the power goes, it gets nice and warm pretty quick. I was giving a cranky Oscar sponge baths because he was bordering on overheating, Trevor was just melted all over the place, and Aslan decided that was the best time to cuddle (there's something wrong with his internal thermostat, I swear).
Ten balmy hours later, at 2:30 in the morning, the power came back on, and my snugglebum kitty decided to hog all the cool.
(you can ignore the clothes strewn sexily behind him. It wasn't sexy at all, it was desparation. You may, instead, enjoy the little windblown fuzz on him, which is way cuter an image.)
Once the power was back and I was able to move more than three inches from a fan, I finished spinning this three ply BFL. I forgot to take an attractively posed photo of it, so here it is dripping dry in my (now shave-cream-less) shower.
Pardon the blurriness, it refused to stay still for the photo.
I rushed to ply that up because spinning is tonight and plying can be tempermental in a group. So tonight at spinning I'll bring along this 8 oz braid.
80% wool, 20% cashmere, and if you look close you can see trace elements of Aslan (it's pretty impossible to keep him away from goat fibers) I'm thinking it will become gloves and a hat, hard as it is to imagine that in this heat...