Blame Buki. He's among the world's worst knitting dogs, especially for a lace person. [Hey, watcha doing, can I jump up and help? Not on my silk yarn, thank you very much!]
He's much better about spinning. Two or three weeks ago, he supervised the cleaning and oiling of my wheel with great interest, and then tried the late Mr. Bear's method of resting his head on my foot while I treadled. Buki, like Bear, gave up after a while, but he did sit off to the side watching the wheel more or less quietly for a long time. That let me spin about a half bobbin of Montadale. It also reminded me that I need to order a new oil bottle, because one critter or another punctured the old one.
I did manage to knit and felt this small bag yesterday, though. Now that the weather may get warmer (yuck!) and I won't be wearing a jacket with many pockets, I need something small for my cell phone, iPod, etc. This is a smidgen bag knitted from leftover Schaefer Elaine and felted to within an inch of its life.