I started spinning in the morning again. Every morning used to have some sort of fiber work (play), but then it just stopped. I stopped, and didn’t realize that I was missing it. It’s been nice to start the day with
I think I found a way to do this that keeps it fun for me and makes really, really nice yarn. I think. I haven’t actually spun the yarn yet, so I could be off about how great the yarn is going to look. Nah, it’s going to look amazing. I can tell.
Life is in some sort of upheaval, apparently constantly over here. I’m finding my days thrown upside down, and there isn’t anything I can do about it. I’m okay with that. It’s a great motivational tool. Can’t control certain bits of your day? Then it only makes sense to focus on the things that I can. My work is really a saving grace these last few months. My work and podcasts… the ashtray, the remote control, the paddle game, and this magazine, and the chair. (I’m totally dating myself on that last part today… it’s cool. Whatever. Google it. Then Tweet Steve Martin, and tell him he’s wonderful.)
This past weekend was the NYS Sheep and Wool Festival at Rhinebeck… or affectionately called Rhinebeck for us yarnies. I take the Sunday of each year to go, leaving Hubs home to man the fort and take care of the children. It’s my day to just walk around and touch and feel and chat about yarn. I try not to smell it, because as much as I love the smell of wool… kind of creepy. Creepy wool and fiber peeps are… well creepy.