…self-striping yarn from Freshisle Fibers is available to those of us who emailed a looong time ago. The Yarn Harlot wrote about it on her blog last June and I have been frothing at the mouth patiently waiting for it since then. I’ll post pix as soon as it gets here. Meanwhile, you can drool over look at it on their site.
Meanwhile, can you guess what this is? 
It’s an impact print, on the wall, about eight feet up, in soot, of the wee bird that flew INTO OUR CHIMNEY. I was in the kitchen putting away the dishes when I heard this noise. A weird, fluttery, strange noise. I went into the foyer and saw Tigger batting at the glass fireplace door. I turned on the light and saw this thing flapping around in the (not cleaned) fireplace. Tigger was freaking out, “Look Momma! Look!” I looked at it closely, saw that it wasn’t a bat (poor thing was resting on the firebrick, dusted with ash), and called to G, “THERE’S A BIRD IN THE FIREPLACE!” I put the cats in the basement (sorry, guys), we opened the front door, then opened the fireplace door. The damn poor thing flew out of the fireplace and banged into the wall (leaving the unreachable sootprint), then flew (away from the wide open door) into the living room to rest behind the DVD rack. I was going to take a picture of it but realized that the flash would scare the bejezus out of it and restrained myself. G turned out the light in the living room and turned on the one by the door in the hopes that it would fly out the door. It flew up the stairs. Holy baby jeebus.
For fear of me getting rabies (can you get rabies from a bird? I don’t think so), G made me stay downstairs while he battled with trying to get our little feathery friend dowstairs. It kept going toward the lights. G opened a window, turned out the lights upstairs, then lit a flashlight in the window shining up toward the top of the window. Finally, with aid from a broom, it flew out the window. G said it’s probably not going to live, what with all the soot it was rolling around in and all the freaking out it did. Poor little bird. I feel so bad for it. We really need to get our chimney capped. Sigh.
