Short Days of Winter

Well, hibernation mode has set in like clockwork. First I get crabby then I get hungry ...then I hit the couch hopefully with a good book.  Yesterday I got some wool from the scrap bin and started to piece.  I am constantly amazed at how yeilding wool can be at the ironing board with heat & steam. There is a need for a few more holiday stockings around here, so I just might  fashion this wool into a stocking or two...or I might make some pieced clothing for the JabberWooleys. My hibernation is self imposed exile, the process of resting and then letting the creative concoction ferment....sounds like sour kraut actually.