Lala and I are having the BEST time EVER! Maryland Sheep and Wool rocks! I’ve been hanging out with all my friends, and spinning and knitting, and cleaning out all the vendors of all the fiber they brought. I’m so glad we’re here! This afternoon I plan to eat a lamb gyro followed by cotton candy followed by a fried Twinkie. Yay, us.
Well. Okay. We can’t have ALL the fun this year — we have to leave some for the other people, I suppose (although I firmly believe there’s always enough fun to go around). Photo carefully transferred in from last year, when we WERE there. Or I could have brought in the year before that when Bethany and I were there:
So, nope. Oh, well. I’m at work today. Lala’s digging holes in the garden, probably. I’m wishing I were at the Sheep and Wolf Festival, but mama really does need a new pair of shoes (or at least her boots need new soles, fer real, I walked ’em OFF in Canada), so here I am.
Savin’ money. Yep. Hoo-ray. Isn’t this fun? Not buying new, happy, bright fiber. Not dropping spindles. Not finding secret spots behind market stalls to make out with my girl. Not driving to New York to show off my purchases.
Small sigh. A very, very small sigh, one that I’m rather ashamed of. It’s a long day, and I have cramps, and I’m fighting off a migraine that ate my head last week and is still lingering and I’m just vaguely grumpy. Grump.
Isn’t that dumb? That’s dumb. And I’m dumb for feeling bad about feeling grumpy.
There’s something rather satisfying and cheerful about putting those two words together. Grump dumb.
I’m gonna knit. Sheesh.
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