There’s a tree-trimmer in my backyard — the fellow who owns the big old sycamore behind me has decided to take it out, so they had to back a tree-eater-truck up my driveway after I moved my car. The guy could barely drive the truck, and it was only luck that I had JUST walked across the driveway when he put it in drive instead of reverse and shot out into the street. He looked kind of sheepish. I’m sure I looked kind of terrified.
The cats are not enjoying the noise. They’re sure they’re next. No, what’re next are the ANTS that have moved my house over by three inches overnight. I’m going to vacuum them up and mail them back to Uncle Milton. I especially like how their entrance is in my bedroom, so that the mass has to tromp through the bedroom and living room in order to get to the kitchen. But even with all the best holistic advice that y’all have given me in the past, I find that the best way to deal with them is to (Lala, my little Buddhist, close your eyes) shoot Raid into the crack from which they’re tromping, and then 409 the heck out of the rest of them, killing them and cleaning my floors at the same time. Erg. I need to mop now. I have the serious cleaning urge.
But first, some photos of SpinPorn. I’m finally spinning again, having had time last week while I was sick. This is the most beautifully colored green/pink from Carolina Homespun, 70% merino, 30% tussah silk. I got 8 ounces from them, and strangely enough, I found another four of almost identical stuff at Deep Color, so I think I’ll have enough for nice big lace something. It’s two-ply, closer to sport weight than lace, but I LOVE it. It’s the finest weight I’ve ever managed.
With the flash, to show the silk,
And up close, because I like it:
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With all respect to your husband, of course. But while having a Sunday morning lie-in, Lala decided she wanted to learn how to use the drop spindle, which, it turns out, she was AMAZING at. She understood the fiber much more intuitively than I ever did when starting on the spindle. And dude, that’s HOT.
Yesterday afternoon we went to a fundraising party for our friend Jodi Terry (who’s running the AIDS Marathon in Honolulu, the same one I did last year — go support her! She’s as much of a runner as I was last year, having not run a mile since high school, and she just ran 14 miles last week! Run, Jodi, run!).
At the party Lala was spinning like a, like a, well, like a spinner, and a gal named Indira wanted to try.
Oh, spinning is good. So is the nectarine I’m eating. Hope your day is happy.
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