Who knows what evil lurks in the hearts of...twins
You Are Both 28% Evil |
A bit of evil lurks in both of your hearts, but you each hide it as well as the other. In some ways, twins are the most dangerous kind of evil. |
Playing with fiber ~ spinning, knitting...the usual.
You Are Both 28% Evil |
A bit of evil lurks in both of your hearts, but you each hide it as well as the other. In some ways, twins are the most dangerous kind of evil. |
We did, and boy did we have fun! Peggy, Ellen and I did a day trip to Canby, Oregon for the Oregon Flock and Fiber Festival. We left right on schedule: 6:00 a.m. on Saturday the 23rd. First stop was about 5 minutes Southwest of my house at Starbucks on 35th N.E. in the neighborhood of Wedgwood. I love Seattle. There's a coffee shop handy to anywhere, open at 5 in the morning and smelling like 'awake'. Love it.
It was Ellen's first time at a fiber festival but not her last. She was asking about when the next one is on the way home and making mental plans for going to Black Sheep Gathering next June.
I was expecting to purchase a Van Eaton spinning wheel from a friend, after test driving it. What could go wrong, after all? It's a spinning wheel, I am a spinner so it must be good! Not. It and I did not mesh. We don't actually live on the same planet. I live on earth, it lives elsewhere. We didn't get along. At all. Happily, there were several spinners crowded around my friend asking about the wheel when we paused to say "good buy." My friend had purchased a ginormous wheel from Carolina Homespun and was happily, even joyously, spinning away on the lawn and answering questions about her new wheel and her Van Eaton for sale.
The lawn was where the spin-in was happening. Here's a bunch of Seattle Spinners:
I had planned on purchasing the wheel, so when that fell through I was forced to reconsider my vow to not buy any more fiber this year. I had, after all, gone haywire at Black Sheep Gathering in June and have an abundance of fiber at home. Ellen and Peggy were gently vocal about how much money I had saved, not buying the wheel, and it would be like...FREE FIBER, almost... They were very persuasive or I was very weak, one. I bought two colorways of Merino/Kid Mohair from Lisa at Dicentra Designs because I can't resist her gorgeous fiber. I thought I could, but then I touched it and realized I could either buy it or weep later that I hadn't.
Here's Eomund Z on the left and Gulf on the right. Just enough of each for a pair of socks!
Moving on. My other enabler, Jessica, rushed to show me her purchase of Romney/Coopworth/Angora. Yum-eeee. OMG. I had to have it. It's from a wool ranch named 'What A Zoo' in Priest River, Idaho and is run by Chip & Cindy Starritt (no website).
It's a lovely creamy gray. I purchased 17.43 oz for only $28.00. In Oregon, that's $28.00. No tax. I love Oregon.
I have one more photo. Peggy bought a basket:
If I had to make a suggestion to OFFF for next year: have more food vendors. There were three of them and at 12:30 the line for each was 50 people long. That's too long for comfort in the hot Oregon sun. What could we do but pass on food and go back to shopping? Good thing we traveled with grapes, carrots and fig newtons.
We arrived back at my house at 6:30 p.m., a mere 1/2 hour later than we expected because of a traffic jam in Tacoma and stopping for a snack at a fast-food joint. This is day-tripping at it's best!
at 12:45 AM 8 peeps peeking in
Labels: Fiber conferences
Socks don't count as a 'real' project, we all know that. I use sock projects the usual way: as my travel/emergency knitting. I never leave home without them. I don't get to knit on them every time I take them out for a spin (snark snark) but they're with me just in case I get stuck in Seattle Traffic (hey hey hey! It could happen!) or have to wait for longer than 5 minutes for 'what-ever' reason. The last reason was at the road-side fruit stand while my husband yakked (and yakked) with the talkative fruit-stand guy. He walked away with $20. worth of aging fruit and I knit 1" on my socks. It was a good deal for me. For him, not so much. He threw out half the fruit the next day but I still had another inch on my socks.
Really. Get going. Shower, comb your hair, get in the car and VOTE.
If you've already voted, THANKS!
If you vote by mail and have, THANKS!
I noticed that there are more nods to Pirates today than to voters so, to all you fabulous voters:
Melinda showed us her tea stash and while I don't have such a big one I do have some longtime favorite shops where I find my tea:
The Teacup, up on Queen Anne, Village Yarn & Tea Shop, where I buy Deb's Green with Pear tea and Tea Time Garden, a Bonnie Rose production. Bonnie brings her tea stand to spin-in's around the area. She will be at St. Distaff Day on January 6th, 2007, and her tea is available by on-line shopping. My favorites from Tea Time Garden: Rooibus Provence, Chai and Tabby Cat.
It's Wednesday, it's RAINING (EL! How much better does it get than THAT?) and I've got nothing, so, for you non-lovers of rain, I offer a bit of cheer:
I was going to write a little bit about what I was doing on September 11, 2001, but I found my heart still too broken to enable me to put my feelings into words.
So instead, on this, the fifth anniversary of one of the darkest days in American history, lest we forget the sort of man we have serving as President, I give you George W. Bush.
We can't just remember what happened on September 11th. We have to remember why. We have to remember all of it, and that it started long before the 11th of September, 2001.
Peggy and I have been spinning and knitting a lot in the last few weeks. We have a deadline for finishing our Braids sweaters (early November). Here they are as of last Saturday. I've knit about another inch since this photo was taken.
Peggy's :
Rebecca's:
Ever troll through the channels and stop on Bob Ross? Loved his voice, so soothing. "Yesss, just a little Van Dyke Brownnnnnnnn." he'd sigh, "Just a touch of Burnt Sienna, here in the treeeessssss." What the heck does Bob Ross have to do with a trip to White Rock, B.C.?
Last June we went to visit the only fiber shop in town, KNITOPIA WOOLS CO. Katie set up a mission for a certain type of fiber, so five of us (Katie, Peggy, MaryEllin, Kate and Me) planned and plotted and in the end only four of us managed to go because the fifth (Katie) was, oh, moving, or something, and had other things to do. It was a sunny Spring day and a pleasant drive, as White Rock is just across the border from Washington and Seattle is about 2.5 hours from the border crossing at Blaine.
First it was Jessica, showing us how truly odd some fashion statements can be and then came Ryan, confessing certain 'queasiness' around all things Sock Monkey. While I'm reserving judgment on the gowns (no, I'm not! They're grotesque but good for a laugh, as was THIS...uh...gown, and perhaps Bjork can be persuaded by her 'dresser' to take another chance on animal themes, who knows?) I will confide that I bought yarn specifically for a Sock Monkey sweater.