Fluffbuff

Yesterday I got to see my favorite bunny: Dorian. He is partially plucked and looks kind of funny with some almost bold patches in his body. Fortunately, Elena promised not to touch his face. This time he wasn't confined to the pen and spent the afternoon roaming in the backyard and chewing all sorts of greens. Oh wait, not just green; he was chewing concrete, too. Yes, really.

After a few hours of rolling in dirt, he had to be brushed, gently, but thoroughly. I was so taken up by the little fuzzball (I even made a movie of him chewing grass), that I completely forgot to take pictures of fiber stuff.

I only took one of a beautiful sock Janel is making with Trekking yarn. I love how the two colorways combine.

On a different note, the damage to my St. Brigid was not as bad as I had feared at first. When I saw the mess on Friday morning, I couldn't bear to even look at the sweater pieces and simply picked up the balls of yarn, untangled them, rewound them and put them back in the basket without looking at the sweater. The two largest pieces — front and back — were safe, as I had already cut off the yarn from the ball. Phew.

The sleeves end up in saddles and those parts got messed up by the tension of the balls being dragged and dropped. Same thing for the collar that is knitted as a separate piece. Altogether, I only have to undo a few rows here and there. The damage was mostly psychological. I am very relieved. And yes, il rigatino (Mr. Stripey) is still alive and snuggling up with me under the covers in the middle of the night. Winter is a Very Good Thing ^(TM).