I invoiced. I also got a new assignment (150K words non-fic, gods help me; sure, some books need to be 150K, but not most of them).

I spun about a third of a kilometer of silk, before plying. Wow. Over that third of a kilometer my learning curve improved; I figured out how to handle the silk a lot better than I did yesterday. And plying dealt with some of the bumps and loose ends in yesterday’s singles. (Mostly, kind of.) I chain-plied the last 42 yards or so of leftover single, and it’s nice. I’m glad I did the two-ply, though. I think. (Yes, that’s me, very committed to my decisions.)

Things I knew but didn’t remember: silk isn’t elastic, which means knitting with it is going to be interesting. Maybe I should have plied a silk single with some BFL or something. Except that would have altered the colour more.

And perhaps the biggest argh of the day: my LYS doesn’t have any more of the dyed fibre I need to spin up some more yarn for my goddaughter’s wrap. I’ll have to contact the other shop I know that carries it and see if they have any. If they do and they sell it in small amounts, we’re good. If they only sell it in the half-pound bags, I probably won’t get it; no point in buying eight ounces if all I need is one or two. The gift will just be a couple of weeks late.

Tomorrow is all errands and doctor’s appointments and cello lessons, and I will get nothing work- or gift-related done, damn it.