The Woodstock Socks are kniting up much faster than I anticipated, they will probably be finished by the time we pile into the car. I need another project for the vacation bag. Luckily I know just what to bring.
This is a project that is SO not me. Me, who can not work or relax in a room that is cluttered. Me, who does not own a single knick knack or piece of bric-a-brac. Me, who likes my horizontal surfaces empty. I have fallen for a chicken.
Tan blogged about her plans to make these chickens and I was smitten. I can envision them sitting on the top shelf of the built-ins, saying a cheery hello to the spring and all who pass under them. Spring Chickens. It feels silly and I can’t explain the attraction, but there it is. I am giddy to cast on.