So I joined Blogtoberfest to make myself blog every day.
Here's today's entry.
Unfortunately all I got done today was plying about ten yards of orange merino. The rest of the day was spent doing laundry, doing dishes, cooking dinner, going shopping, and all that other annoying crap you do day-to-day.
The Goober has caught a cold from running around in fifty degree weather (which is winter, to her, being raised in SC). There is nothing in the world funnier than hearing a four year old kid with a stuffy nose say "Snuffleupagus". I'll tell you that for nothing.
I have also discovered that fleece-lined jeans keep my knees from hurting so much in winter. I assume because said knees are warm. You'd think I would die of heat stroke, but I'm nice and toasty. Maybe I'm a reptile. It would explain a lot.
Have acquired all I need to try knitting some jewelry; wire, beads, wire cutters, hooks and doohickies. No one will leave me alone long enough to try it.
Today I mailed off the check to pay for my place at a workshop/class sort of thing run by the local spinning and weaving guild. It is on how to spin novelty yarns. The class is October 24th, and I'm already looking forward to it. After that, I won't be entirely self-taught! In the mean time, there should be another spin night. This time I'm going to take cupcakes.
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Cupcakes are good. :) Enjoy your class!
Sounds like a busy day to me.
Just think since you "have" to blog everyday, you'll get to blog about the class too.
Pam
I am so looking forward to the daily blogging!
Fleece lined jeans. Wow. I haven't thought of those since I was 9 and fell into the frozen brook. When I got home my mom dried me off and dressed me in sweater and flannel lined jeans. It felt so warm and comfy.
A class! As a self taught person, I understand the draw of a class. Hopefully, they'll teach you something you haven't already taught yourself.
And if anyone tells you that you're doing it wrong, tell them to stick it in their ear. It works,so it must be right. There are hundred of right ways to do things. Like baking cupcakes for example.
Wire jewelry? With your hands? You ARE a glutton for punishment, aren't you?
Nothing like being obliged to do a thing to make it loathsome, is there?
I would like cupcakes. Would the cupcakes be chocolate with white frosting? Perhaps they would be yellow with orange frosting? Orange flavored, not colored, but they could have a pale orange color from the flecks of orange peel in them. Would one have to be wearing fleece lined jeans to enjoy them? I am in regular jeans 2 sizes smaller than my April jeans, so I guess I'll let the Goob and the Husbeast eat my cupcake. Sigh.
Poor Goob--and I'm so jealous... a social event with yarn? Lucky woman...
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