I absolutely love having a camera in my cell phone. I don’t carry a purse unless I know I’m going to have knitting time, in which case my little black bag can hold a pair of in-progress socks, but I usually just have a wallet in my back pocket, keys in my front right, and my cell phone in the front left. And I have a camera! Right there, when I need it.
Sure, it’s not great quality, but it’ll do when you need to document George. Remember George? Sweet old George that I loved looking at through my old window, George who’s now outside Lala’s window (handy, that), George who is apparently and very suddenly signaling the Mother Ship.
I mean, really. What the HELL is going on with this plant? It happened overnight, I swear.
Asparagus gone wild. Anyone know what it’s doing? Will it flower? Will it stretch out and grab the BART train off its tracks? Any ideas?
So the cell phone camera thingie is good for that. But we still have the inside camera for catching the important fiber photos.
Look! I Navajo-plied! Sylvia had shown me how, but I hadn’t really GOT it. I did it once and screwed up. This last time (the brown alpaca (from Ann in MN) on the left), I messed about with the wheel and got the hang of it, figured out the motion and how to pedal. Oh, the satisfaction of getting something physically like that. The middle stuff is also an alpaca single from Ann, and the stuff on the right is good ole Blue Faced Leicester, which is turning into my main love.
Have I mentioned I aDORE spinning? Hmmm?
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