Last night's second attempt at a pom-pom, this time with an official pom-pom maker, ended in failure. And bits of yarn flying everywhere. No. I did not take pictures. I figure I'll keep trying until I, a. make a decent pom-pom, b. run out of yarn, or c. see the baby for whom the pom-pom is intended. Whichever comes first. Hopefully c. because I'm really sick of thinking about pom-poms (although, it's more pleasant than thinking about our rotten government).
In lieu of knitting pictures, I present to you:
A door. Not a fairy door. A bedroom Len was working in last week looks out on this scene and my crummy camera took a surprisingly nice picture.