It is the little things: fuzzy blanket, cat on lap, fresh new journal. Ah. It took me almost a year to fill up the last journal. Maybe life will be calm enough that I get a full year into this one.
New journal
Mass hysteria!
“Dogs and cats living together! Mass Hysteria!” Peter Venkman, Ghostbusters
Is this a sign of the end? Probably, every day is the end. But the end is also a beginning.
New to me publication
New reading material! On a branch in one of my internet rabbit hole dives I found mention of “Wild Fibers” publication. It is now sitting next to my chair along with my Spin Off magazine.
So much fibery goodness.
I don’t understand chickens
The temperature is dropping, the wind is blowing, and the flock is huddled in a feathery ball in the outside run. Huh.
The coop is open, and draft-free, just in case you are wondering. It is their choice to be in this place at this moment. I don’t understand chickens. As a side note, they did have all their heads tucked down, until I so rudely crunched the leaves and rocks trying to take a picture.
Clun Forest
Ah, I bought more wool. I saw that one of the breeders participating in Shave ‘Em to Save ‘Em had four ounce bags of Clun Forest Roving ready to ship. I haven’t spun any of that kind of wool. I caved. Even though it has been washed and carded, it is still spending a couple weeks in the freezer, just in case something hitched a ride. Along with the whole alpaca fleece I haven’t yet processed. Hm.
