It was purchased years ago at the Maryland Sheep and Wool Festival and, while it was not valuable, it was precious to me. I'm hoping that Crazy Glue will provide some sort of solution. Sigh.
To obtain some respite from the pounding, scraping, and vibrating, I took a brief excursion yesterday along the lake.
Nothing like water, a ferry ride, and a flotilla of sailboats to soothe frustration and anger. I've got a grip now, and have things in perspective. The improved place next door will add to the value of our home--especially when the sound-proofing is complete.The horseshoe cable and seed stitch jacket proceeds apace. This version is part of the pattern-writing process. It feels good to be clearing away the backlog of designs that have been awaiting formal writing up.
Now I have to run next door to ask the workmen to please turn down their radio. The heavy bass migraine-inducing beat pounding through the wall is threatening to shatter my nerves.
P.S. The neighbours on the other end of our row just dragged a power saw onto their back deck and started sawing chunks of granite. The screeching is akin to dragging your nails across a blackboard (do these still exist or have they gone the way of cursive?) Help!
P.P.S. Gwin Gryffon, a few blocks from my front door, is having a sale on Debbie Bliss yarns. Great bargains, but make sure you ask to look in the back room. Might have to go get some to calm myself down.