ETA:  I received my STR club package in the mail today – apparently the original package was lost in the mail somewhere (and anyone who has read my blog for at least a year  knows my relationship with my mail lady so you then know who I am most suspicious of…).  Since it was lost, they sent me a new one as soon as they received their new shipment of notebooks.  While I am very appreciative of their efforts and know it wasn’t their fault AT ALL I still feel a bit meh about the whole thing.  All the anticipation that was unfulfilled until now and the three glimpses I had of the yarn on blogs where the owners had posted pictures helped me feel a little ‘out of the loop’ shall we say (the PMSing and the tax season stuff and the fact that it’s March which apparently DOES suck didn’t help, either).  I’m hoping the next package brings back the magic…

I’ve been a little distracted over this past week – for a couple of reasons.  First, in case you all have forgotten, it is tax season.  My life sucketh this time of year.  I’m sorry that my blog life is suffering however, sacrifices must be made.  I miss you all – and as soon as my head is back above water I’ll be writing and commenting regularly again ;o)

03-15-07-001.JPGI’ve also had another little distraction – okay so it didn’t actually show up ’til yesterday afternoon but I’ve been distracted waiting for it to make an appearance.  When the UPS guy appeared from the back of his truck holding the box I flew out of the house and started clapping like a five year old who just got her first look at the tree on Christmas morning – now he thinks I’m nuts and I’m hoping he’ll stop hitting on me ;o)  (lil creepy to have your UPS guy tell you that he’d be happy to fill in if your BF isn’t around anymore, ya know?  No, he’s not the quintessential ‘cute’ UPS guy, either.)  Once I got the box in the house – and located the camera so I could record this auspicous event for you all – I ripped it open and spent like two seconds looking at the directions (RTFM?  Me? I think not.) before I started pulling stuff out and unfolding and assembling and admiring…and looking at the directions again…

After an hour I had this – meet Amelia (or Margaret, I haven’t decided yet):


She’s beautiful, isn’t she?  She’s also mine.  Only mine.  Never used by anyone but ME – which is important since I’ve only owned used wheels prior to this.  My Lendrum (Brigid) and I never really connected since she had ‘issues’ from the start that I did not notice prior to purchase – since I had ‘wheel fever’ – my dad and RR worked hard to help me fix her and get over my ‘issues’ with her but the bloom was off the rose (so to speak) and I never really loved her as she deserved.03-16-07-004.JPG

Amelia/Margaret and I are having a few little issues (WHY do all my wheels chatter?) but RR is helping and I’m learning – and oiling – and she’s quieting down slowly but surely.  There are moments that all she does is whisper and that warms my heart and gives me hope that eventually that’s all she’ll do.

I’m already halfway through a 4 oz hank-o-BFL in the ‘Petunia’ colorway from Spunky Eclectic and I’m producing singles faster than I have on either of my other wheels (my fourth wheel doesn’t count, it’s being held hostage in the Northeast Kingdom – does Dave ever return emails?) and I’m pretty certain I’ll have some finished yarn by the end of the weekend.

Roger is also sharing my joy in the new wheel ownership – last night when I dragged him away from his ‘puter to help me figure out the chattering issues he remarked, “Do you buy these things just so we can have something to do together?”

 Yes, dear. ;o)