Have a great weekend, everyone!
…and happy to be here. Let me sum up the past few weeks:Weeks away: 3
In case you all forgot (that was kind of sarcastic, I mean, how could you forget? I haven’t been able to shut up about it), we drove to Wyoming and back over the course of the past few weeks. I still haven’t uploaded all of the pictures and I’m working on it, when I have them up I’ll let you know so those who are interested can check them out. :o)
We arrived home last Tuesday, I had one day of somewhat normal crammed in between WY and W.O.O.L. I
left for Lake George on Thursday morning and arrived at Wiawaka in the mid afternoon – after completely forgetting to stop to get water to share (doh!). Tina and Harriet greeted me at my arrival and I settled in for three days of spinning and relaxation. (btw, that’s the extent of my linkage, other than Jess, Risa, SeeKay and Kim I can’t remember who all was there and the blogs thereof, I’m sorry, my memory is shot…feel free to yell at me in the comments if I’ve forgotten you!)
I thought I would spend my time there balancing my attention between spinning and knitting however, I ended up doing more spinning than anything else. It’s easier to do when talking, not as hard to lose your place than when you’re knitting. ;o) I managed to finish up the Fruit Salad roving purchased from The Loopy Ewe, washed it (thanks to Diane’s magical bucket and her foresight to pack Eucalan), thwacked it, dried it and am now halfway through a pair of socks:
I also tackled one of my Grafton batts:
I decided to go with the ‘rip and ball’ approach:
and ended up with 100ish yards:
Not sure what I’m going to do with it, but I’ll marinate it for a while and see what it wants to be.
Want more W.O.O.L. pictures? Here you go:
Seriously, this week flew by way too fast. Good thing I already had a picture all ready for ECF:
Now, I’ve been gardening in some form or another since I could walk – my grandmother was a firm believer that children were put on this earth for free labor so I learned at a very young age the difference between a weed and a bean plant. Another early lesson was how good peas taste right off the vine – and that when you are eating those peas and grandma starts screeching your full name for all the world to hear, it does NOT mean she wants you to come over to see her so she can give you a hug.
You would think that in my 30+ years of gardening that I’m not as easily impressed as, say, a first-year newbie. However, this would be wrong. I am just as excited when my seedlings pop through the soil to see the light of day for the first time (YAY! I didn’t kill them!!) and I had never, ever, encountered a purple pea blossom before this year. There’s a first for everything – and they still taste just as good, though I do miss grandma’s screeching just a bit. ;o)
p.s. If anyone is looking for something fibery to do this weekend and they’re in the Catskill, NY area on Saturday, this shindig is looking very promising. ;o)