Wednesday, May 31, 2006



What more is there to say?

Okay you all! I have been accused of being too cryptic, so this is what to do:

Click on the LOST FROG link.

At that site, click on any image or text. Then click on the resulting image. Shampoo. Rinse. Repeat.

Appreciate the wonderful creativity and effort! I mean, who did this? Was it one person or a group project?

Tuesday, May 30, 2006


I hope you remembered our fallen sevicemen and women yesterday. Too many people all around the world are still being killed in stupid, needless conflicts and I hope that we can evolve beyond that someday.

It has been waaaay too hot in Lovely LAconia. The porch thermometer has been reading 95 degrees in the later afternoon for several days. What with my allergies to heat and pollen, I have tried to stay inside but have still felt not so good. Nancy wondered whether my allergies were caused or exacerbated by the bunnies. I would say "Probably not" to that, as I have had allergies a lot longer than I have had bunnies. Handling and clipping the critters doesn't affect me. The allergies are made worse, though, by being in the barn with the hay and all the miscellaneous, unknown, ambient particles of floating crap. Pollen affects me; dust and mold, too. That is why I do not clean if I can help it. No, I mean it! I cleaned off the dresser top last week and thought I would die from all the dust I tried not to stir up. Best to just let it lie. I'm thinking about getting professional help. With the cleaning, I mean.

The bunnies are doing fairly well in the heat. Put two fans on them and I rub water on their ears in the heat of the day. Also clipped the face and ear furnishings and feet wool on Caspar, Hippy and Groovy. They are due for full body clipping in 2-3 weeks, and I hope to get them through the heat until then. Four of Kelly Bob's kits are still alive. It is so much easier to lose them when they are so tiny. Used a nesting box this time and I do not like it. I think Kelly Bob trampled the last two to death. Not her fault. I plan to use a drop box for nesting next time.

Wendy asked some while ago what I read during my days on the porch (said days are now history. See heat and pollen above.) I had to shamefacedly admit that I read the mail - mostly catalogs and pleas for money, the weekly newspaper, Science News, SpinOff, Interweave Knits, Fiber Arts. I have let the subscription to the New Yorker lapse from sheer guilt at not reading it but instead looking at the cartoons. Sweetie gets Wired, MacAddict, and Scientific American and sometimes I glance through them. No cartoons.

I used to read and read and read! All the time! Now, not so much. Especially not fiction. Sweetie brought back several books from his visit south (thank you, Shawna.) A Million Little Pieces, Snow Falling on Cedars, Memoirs of a Geisha. Good, timely books that the committee in my head says I should read. Shut Up, you all! So here's where it gets a little funny. Sunday night two lovely gentlemen, Sweetie and I drove the Mercedes to the Gun & Knife Show, aka The Riverbottom Inn, which is down the road a piece in Mauckport. Yes, it's a dive - the usual cinder block building with dim lighting (thank you) and very cold beer. It was Karaoke Night! Woo Hoo! I didn't think it was going to be much fun, not really. But one has a few ice cold beers, and one enjoys or cringes at the singers - or just flat out laughs at them in a good natured way. Slow dance with Sweetie to "Crazy" and watch the drama of the evening unfold. After a bit, I saw the FREE sign on a box by the front door and, of course, I had to see what was in there. Books! Of all the damned things. And the first one I saw was called A Distant Mirror, about 14th century Europe. All right! My kind of stuff. Sweetie said that I was the only person he know that would go to a bar and find a book. (I'm special that way.) So it's a book club edition from the 1970s, but it's well written and non-fiction.

It was a good night after all.

Friday, May 26, 2006


My thirteen year old niece, Lori, will soon be a new reader of this blog. Hi, Lori! Like all new readers, I suggest that you start at the beginning and read forward.

I haven't seen as much of her and her brother Eric and their mom and dad lately as I would like. Did see them all at Thanksgiving last, and that was good. Even if all they did was play video games.

She is the daughter of my little brother who was born when I was almost 12. I got to take care of him a lot and when he was real little, it was fun. However, when I was 17 and 18, it was less fun to have such a brat tagging along all the time. But he got to see Nick's Kitchen and Rosco's, where he was a pin ball wizard at age 6. He probably saw more than he should. He drove my friends Lorie and Julie insane.

When I moved to Atlanta at 18, I lost touch with him because he lived with dad. I wasn't on speaking terms with my father. I was happy, though, when he reached out to me several years later. He and his wife visited a lot and I'm happy for that. I'm glad to have known Lori and Eric as babies and little kids and I hope to know them as grown ups, too.

Lori is a star player on her volleyball team! Made easier when one is, what, 5'9"??? At 13??? Her mom is a mere 5'12". (Me, I was almost grown at age 12, being five foot three and 125 pounds.) And at fourteen, deference to her dad, I will hush now. Lori, I hope I can give you interesting things to read here. Heh, heh.

Had made a lot of progress on the pink shawl and then ripped it back almost to the beginning. Wasn't pleased with the design. Have started again, and am happier this time. The Swans Wing pattern is just hard enough to hold my interest without being too difficult. Here is a photo, along with my graphed design and the latest Fiber Arts magazine. What wonderful things in those pages!!! Jeez Louise! Makes me almost wish to be 22 and full of artistic energy again! Almost!

I want to also welcome a new reader from Scotland (and her blog link is now on the left of this page). Hello, Jean!

For the baby bunny curious, here is a shot of a random kit and mother Kelly Bob.

And Kelly Bob. Yes, she has a lop ear.

Thursday, May 25, 2006


It has been slow work getting the maple corpse out of the front yard. The wonderful tree cutters wanted another $250 to cut it up and haul it away. No way, young studs, but thanks for the offer. That is a lot of groceries/beer/bunny feed. A neighbor teen did haul three loads of branches to our already enormous burn pile at Camp Swampy yesterday. He got to drive Zippy, our 1972 Chevy Truck, and I gave him every bit of cash I had in the house - $6.50. He was happy with the deal (he only has his learner's permit) and he did a good job. There ARE nice kids out there.

I have been spreading the word that we have yard full of free fire wood for the taking on a first come, first served basis. Today, neighbor Kermit stepped up to the plate, saying he would cut up the tree and haul it all away. Yesss! Soon, please. Thank you!

Sweetie is working another killer week at the Potato Chip Mine (Woo Hoo! Overtime!!! Hey kids, we can eat next week!) Today, it is a twelve hour shift, and he will work days all weekend. And Monday, too.

Kelly Bob's 6 babies are doing well. I will spare you photos of the pink and hairless things. It has gotten way too warm here all of a sudden, though. I need to, like, get the extension cord strung out to the barn for fans. Soon. Like, today. And, holy crap, half of the sliding barn door just came loose. And fell off. And is on the ground. And I cannot pick it up my myself. And Bill is working a twelve today. Holy crap again.

After twelve years in Indiana, I have become such a Hoosier that anymore, I get queasy when the temperature rises over 80 degrees. It was 90 on the front porch yesterday. I turned on the air conditioner. The doc said I shouldn't be outside now anyway or have the windows and doors open, either, because of my allergies. Yeah, doctor's orders! Saw her Tuesday. (One of the joys of living in a small community is that the receptionist apologized for not being able to schedule me for Monday, the day I called, but Tuesday was good. Was 11:20 okay?) Some of the old "female" trouble was acting up again, along with my allergies, and what used to be called melancholia.

My doctor is so sweet. Maybe 'sweet' isn't the right word, but she always remembers me and listens to what I have to say, and she always takes whatever time it takes. She upped some of my meds and I am feeling better already. (Friends, take note! No more weepy!) And she reminded me to take the allergy meds I already have, like the icky nose spray. Yesterday, I could SMELL again for the first time in months. Duh! (Not necessarily a good thing with my housekeeping skills, but still.) I'm allergic to grass but I love the smell when it's been freshly cut and everyone around here has been a mowing fool lately. And she said that if I didn't feel better within two weeks to call her. She asked if I was getting out with people and I was pleased to say "Yes." Thank you, Friendship Spinners and my other fiber buddies, for getting my ass out of the house on some sort of regular basis.

Wednesday, May 24, 2006


Kelly Bob delivered her kits yesterday, right on schedule, and today we have 6 tiny pinkies. Here's hoping they are healthy. Kelly Bob is such a great mother - if only she were a better wooler!

Now that all her other babies seem to be well and thriving, I have named them all. The three older ones are Casey, Whitey (Sweetie named him,) and Cutie. The two younger ones are Q Tip and Bob.

Neither Fuzzarelly nor Precious had babies. Dang. On the other hand, any more babies right now would be too many.

Tuesday, May 23, 2006


I have begun the pink mohair shawl.

Recipe: Cast on 8. Knit around.
Increase 4. Knit around.
Increase 8. Knit around.
Continue to increase 8 every other round. Insert lace pattern in appropriate place.
Knit until you run out of yarn or patience.

Here she is, near the beginning.

Now, I've switched to short circular needles. 40 stitches are added every 10 rows, so it grows quickly. Punk rock mob cap.

The big sugar maple in the front yard was taken down Sunday.

When we moved here in the fall of 1994, that tree was incredibly beautiful. It's leaves were yellow gold and it was a WOW! of a sight. That 65 foot tall tree was our sole air conditioning for a half dozen years.

Then came the beginning of the end. Age, drought, and possibly a virus - whatever the cause, the tree was dying. Each spring saw fewer green leaves and more barren branches. Each storm brought down limbs.

So. The tree cutters did their work, quickly and skillfully.

Sunday, May 21, 2006


There was a big high school graduation party in town last night. Graduating from high school is a Very Big Deal around here. There was a rented tent, tons of food, a large Congratulations banner and aunts, uncles, cousins, friends and shirt-tail relatives galore.

I never had that party. I never graduated from high school, in spite of an IQ of 157. I can't imagine having that many relatives and friends of family.

Family is very important in Laconia. The joke here is that everyone is related, but it isn't a joke - they are all related. This community was platted and settled in 1816 by Squire Boone, Dan'l's brother, a few months before Indiana became a state. Some local families really do go back that far. In fact, one of our neighbors is an actual Daniel Boone who is descended from Squire Boone. We live in Boone township. The roads here are named for the old families - Crosier, Merk, Kintner. The graduation party was for a Kingsley. Most everyone here is related in some way to a Kingsley - they were quite prolific. There are also the Faiths, the Beanblossoms, the Millers, the Duleys, the Ashtons, the McKims.

Me, I'm a McKellar. Once was a Holloway. Was born a Hall. I'm not from around here. I was born in Fayetteville, Tennessee. When I was four, my family sought a better living in Huntington, Indiana - and they took me along. I remember the ride in a Lightnin' Taxi from the housing project to the bus station with my mother and two older brothers and my Woody Woodpecker coloring book. It was 1961. Dad had already gone north to find work and a place for us to live. Mom hoped that I would stay awake until Nashville where we would change buses, but I couldn't. I had no idea what was going on. I had no idea that my parents couldn't make a living farming. I didn't know about the fire burning down their house when oldest brother was a baby. I didn't know about the tornado a year later that lifted their house up and over the chimney, setting it down on the other side of the road - with my mother and oldest brother still inside. I don't remember the bull breaking daddy's leg, making him limp slightly ever after. I don't remember the poverty.

I do remember other things, though. How fearful, timid, painfully shy and awkward I was as a child. How sensitive and emotional. How different I was from the German and Dutch farmers that had settled northern Indiana. How dark haired I was amongst all these blondes. How poor we were, always living in rented houses. These were not my people - but I had no idea who my people were. Even my Tennessee relatives weren't like me. No one in my immediate family was like me.

I grew up in the country. My blond brothers could barely stand to have a little sister around. So I turned to literature for friends. I loved to read. I read everything I could get my grubby little paws on. I read my brothers' English literature and other school books. I read and re-read the 1964 edition of the Funk and Wagnall's Encyclopedia that mom bought at the grocery store, book by book, every few weeks. Also the 20 some odd books of the Illustrated History of the United States. (Thank you, Mommy!) I spent my summers reading the Reader's Digest Abridged Best Sellers (4 stories a book,) Jane Eyre, War and Peace, and other 50-cent editions of books from Scholastic Press. I was banished from the dinner table because I wanted to read while I ate. So, I ate in another room and read, read, read.

My poor, sad mother took her life in March of 1974. She was 42 and I was seventeen. That fall, I took sick with Grave's disease - a thyroid condition - and by early spring I was too sick to continue school. Mrs. Turnbloom, my high school counselor, tried to keep me up with my studies but the end of May and graduation came and went without me marching to Pomp and Circumstance to collect my diploma.

Part of me misses very much having a large and loving family that would gather to celebrate my graduation. Part of me is very pleased to not have a large and nosy family wondering why I didn't.

I am very glad to have found a group of fiber people that doesn't care and just loves me for being me. Strange, sad, creative and weepy me.

Saturday, May 20, 2006

Professor Backward

Just a thought from a founding father...

There is danger from all men. The only maxim of a free government ought to be to trust no man living with power to endanger the public liberty.
- John Adams

I like doing crossword puzzles. Hard ones. I used to do crosswords at breakfast, back when I had a real job and got the daily paper every morning. Back when I was somebody. To be more effecient, I would take spoon to cereal in right hand and pen to puzzle on the left. Writing with the "wrong" hand was an interesting exercise. Some letters, like N and S, I was prone to print in mirror image. Sometimes, just for grins, I would try to write the alphabet upside down with my left hand. (No, I didn't have way too much time on my hands. I worked with my hands and I liked to keep them and my brain busy.)

I recently memorized the alphabet in reverse order. I like to recite it silently on those nights I can't quite fall asleep.

I also like to knit in reverse instead of purling. I can purl just fine, thank you very much, but it is ever so much more interesting to not turn the work at the end of a row, but to knit back across from left to right.

Here's a photo of reverse knitting. Mechanically, it is a purl stitch worked from the back side. I'm working on a short row toe. Like writing with the non-dominant hand, it takes awhile to get comfortable.

Finally finished the blasted socks that I cast on going to Maryland. Finally. Socks don't usually take me this long, but I learned a new short row heel and toe technique (with wraps) and struggled an inordinate amount with that. Then knit the foot too short and had to rip back. Used the three-needle bind off at the toe. I think I should have grafted the seam, but dammit! they are done and I am happy. The yarn is Knit Picks dye-your-own sock weight that I dyed last fall.

The 2nd Annual Hoosier Hills Fiber Festival will be Saturday, June 3 in Franklin, Indiana. Lynne Oakes will be there with her yarns and patterns (and I will be there with my usual stuff, too. Knitting needles and bunny blends) And look to the sidebar to the left on this page for a link to the 2nd Annual Fall Fiber Festival and Market in Corydon, Indiana in October.

Oh, and here is a shot of dyed angora, alpaca and silk before blending. Pretty!

Wednesday, May 17, 2006


At least it seems that way. Just received the new Interweave Knits and there is a lace primer inside. Also received the latest Knit Picks catalogue that urges one to "discover the beauty of lace."

A month or so ago, I discovered See Eunny Knit, Eunny Jang's blog with excellent posts about lace knitting and knitting lace.

I began my own dabbling in Laceland last year when I thought I was going to have some surgery with a 4-6 week period of recuperating. I had been preparing raw mohair - washing, combing, carding, spinning and dyeing - for several months. I had enough on hand to begin a shawl, so I studied my books and came up with some sort of pleasing pattern. I downloaded knitter's graph paper (Google it!) and with pencil and eraser in hand, I tried to make it all come together.

After the initial awkwardness of 12 stitches on 4 needles and a few rows with bad words, I discovered that lace is NOT HARD! I think I used size 6 needles and a 2-ply mohair spun fine, (no, I do not have a wwp available) so the actual knitting sailed right along. I can't remember exactly how long I worked at it, because the surgery and recuperating were a non-event. The yarn was delightful to work with and I love how fuzzy the shawl has become with use. Finished size is about four foot square.

I'm inspired to do it all again! I have the yarn already spun and dyed. Three skeins that gradually go from hot fuchsia to fuchsia with red to fuchsia with red and orange. Won't that be perky come January?

Here's a shot of Sweetie, Bonnie, Buster, and Fishy. We are all such high energy beings.

PamperedProboscis wants photos of the psycho hair. We'll see. And V wondered about the blue silk and angora. I think your monitor is right on. I am still waiting for babies to arrive - am checking on Fuzzarelly often.

Tuesday, May 16, 2006


The grey roots weren't just roots anymore. They were sprouts. They were meandering vines. They were weedy fields.

I normally wear my hair in an untidy mess piled on top of my head, held in place with a stick or two and decorated with knit flowers. Talk about easy care! Once up, it stays up! Okay, sometimes I lose a stick and the locks get really frowzy looking and I need to comb out and regroup. But still, it's easy care. I shampoo every week - or two, if I'm feeling particularly European. Or depressed.

Went to the Kroger today and got me some Natural Instincts in Chinaberry, Clairol. Time to dye the hair pink, no purple, no - a kind of berry color. Umm, berrrrries.

What many of you all may not know is that my hair now is almost long enough to sit on. It's very long. Longer than it's ever been. Hillbilly grandma hair. So when one dyes one's hair, there is a lot of hair involved. And a lot of berry colored dye. When I stepped in the shower to rinse, and flung my head once or twice, I swear it looked like a scene from Psycho - dark red spatters and streaks everywhere! Eek. Now I have to clean the shower and kill some of Sweetie's science experiments. Dang, trying to be purty is painful.

The picture today is what I'm spinning - angora and silk.

Monday, May 15, 2006


Bad allergies today. Took two Benedryl at noon and slept the day away.

Lamar woke up my sorry ass at 4:00 and we went to the Bait & Switch. He had found me a snazzy exercise bike and an arc trainer at a yard sale over the weekend. Price - $25. For both. And they work. Lamar's motivation is to slim me down for his ogling pleasure and that's fine. Lamar is 75 if he's a day and ogling is about all he's capable of anymore. Besides he's kinda scrawny; I could take him at least 2 falls out of 3.

It's been drizzly all day. Sat on the porch.

Worked on socks.

Sunday, May 14, 2006


Been mowing and wondering what to write today. The problem isn't a lack of material (as I am an introvert and slightly crazy and have tons of conversations with the committee in my head.) No, the problem is how to narrow down the selection and then focus on that subject for at least a paragraph or three and without it turning into Moby Dick.

Hi, my name is Ishmael and I am an alcoholic.

I quit drinking on April 3, 1988. And I relapsed in October, 2004. I have so much drinking to make up for. That's a joke, I said, that's a joke, son.

So why did I relapse and why am I still drinking? How much space does Blogger allow? Not enough for the long version, so long story short - retail store, stress, Sweetie away, beer available, stress, awful neighbor and stalking, and stress. I will say that I drink differently than way back when in the bad old days.

Way back when, whilst married to the Pyg(malion) I was so miserable and unhappy and clueless that I drank in order to get through each day. At my worst, I chugged white wine before work, as much as I could without puking. Then I snuck vodka through the day (can't smell it, you know) and then drank beer in the evening. What a mess! I was lucky enough to not get caught or wreck the car and/or hurt others. I performed my job well and brushed my teeth twelve times a day. But I was a mess. Black outs, sex with strangers, and purity wildness. Manic/depressive, too. A tribute to my race, I was.

April 3, 1988 (I was 31 and it was Easter Sunday) I went to my first AA meeting and didn't drink again for a long, long time. I loved that group, the Dogwood Club in Atlanta. I got my shit together, learned how to live, and made peace with my cosmic muffin. Faced reality. I eventually left the Pyg, remarried and relocated, blah blah blah.

When I took a sip of beer two years back, I remembered that euphoria of a good beer buzz. Hello, Al ka Hol, my old and dear friend. Yes, now and again I drink too much. But I don't drink to live anymore. Of course, I live on that river in Egypt called deNial. And fuck it, I want to have a bit of booze in my life right now.

So there you have it. I'm not sorry except for the extra weight gained from the beer and menopause. I'm still cute. I still have my peace with the cosmic muffin. Life is short. I'm gonna live it like I mean it. What would you regret not doing or not having done if you got hit by a truck tomorrow? Think about it. Do it today.

Thursday, May 11, 2006


It's 55 degrees, cool and rainy here in Lovely LAconia. Perfect for a trip to the dentist. I needed a crown re-glued after it lost its battle with toffee. It was sugarless toffee. Sweetie also went to get a filling. Bastard. This man neglects his teeth something fierce. He hasn't seen a dentist for 16 years. He seldom brushes and never flosses. Today the dentist tells him "You have great teeth! No plaque, no gum problems. Whatever you're doing, keep it up." Double bastard.

My teeth are a hillbilly train wreck. But I come by them honestly as both my parents had dentures by the time I was seven. I have been intimately acquainted with a periodontist. I have several crowns and enough filling material that I could start a metal scrap yard. My teeth are brittle, chalky and prone to shattering or just suddenly going loose and falling out. I brush and floss regularly. Bastard. But this dentist doesn't shame or scold me and I love her for that.

The porch bunnies are unhappy as they haven't yard time for a few days because of the rain. Stubby, the little Lionhead, gets out the most often. I put his cage within a fence so he can come and go at his pleasure. He likes to play racetrack round and round and round. Looks like crop circles.

Heizen is a big ol' boy, a rescue from an allergic owner and has always been a house bunny until this spring. Now, he gets to run loose in the yard (under adult supervision, of course.) After about 10 minutes, he's exhausted and hops back into his cage.

Percy is a crazy teenager and has to watched like a hawk or he'll be off like a shot.

Rabbit wrangling. That's how I spend my days.

The barn bunnies are doing well and all the babies are thriving!!! I am delighted! Spot got into a fist fight with Yoshimi (I suspect) while I was away. It's always something. Spot's ear has a huge slice in it but I'm doctoring it along and she has been placed in protective custody. Here she is as a baby and last week. She is magnificent!

Fuzzarelly's babies are due Monday. She and Groovy checked into the Honeymoon Hotel almost four weeks ago. Two days after that, Precious and Caspar did their thing. These were both planned pregnancies. Kelly Bob, on the other hand, sprang Hippie from his cage one night. I have never planned to breed her and this is her third litter! Crap. I'm acquiring a bunch of new cages tomorrow and there will be changes made, let me tell you!

Monday, May 08, 2006


What a long long weekend! But fun was included, and excellent friends, and good food, and good story material was created. Never apologize for good story material. You know. Cheese. Curds.

I tell you, the goddesses in the Friendship Spinners have saved my life more than once and I sincerely believe that they are the best people on earth. Betty Bob and Mark L. are so wonderful and I thank them for their hospitality. Theresa, the quiet one, the Republican, is so sweet and dear. Her fifth graders are some lucky kids. Nancy R., the Scheduler Supreme and Mini owner is the one person I would want to have around in any emergency and for any party. Thanks for the bourbon! (See "saved my life.") And Kathy. My goodness, you little pee rat, what are we going to do with you??? Because of her, we drove nine hours home from Maryland with not one, but TWO lambs on the floor of her Suburban. Nine. Hours. Two lambs in Pampers. Fun!

I didn't know what to expect at the Maryland Sheep and Wool Festival. It was certainly large, with tons of vendors, lots of food, and a fiber art exhibit. I met the author and purchased the book HAND FELTED JEWELRY AND BEADS by Carol Huber Cypher available at Interweave Press. I had also wanted to get a support spindle and ended up with two - one is wooden and the other is ceramic. And I succumbed to the lure of self patterning sock yarn and bought a skein of Trekking from Germany.

As promised, here are the obligatory blog photos of socks in progress.

A visit to Frederick, Maryland would not be complete without a mess o' seafood from May's Restaurant.

I am exhausted. The Sweetie took excellent care of the bunnies, who are all still alive. More later once I can gather my wit.

Wednesday, May 03, 2006


...which means a person can be as stupid and misquided as a mutant cucumber.

There is a story in this week's local newspaper, The Corydon Democrat about a woman that wants to ban the showing of "The DaVinci Code because it is "a slap in the face of Jesus" . Methinks the nice lady needs to learn the distinction betwixt fiction and non-fiction.

But being a free country, it also means that I can gather with my friends and crown Crones every December. Ain't they cute?!!!

Tuesday, May 02, 2006


It's been hard work around here at Fuzzarelly's place, but baby bunny health is on the rebound! (Touch wood, quick!)

While the meds didn't save the one that went to the vet, it does seem to be doing the trick on another two. It's day 4 for one and day 3 for the other and they are STILL ALIVE!! Yahoo! And Sweetie is coming home tonight. It's all good.

Thanks for all the great emails, friends, and for your concern for me and the babies. I am doing better now that the kids are, too. Sorry, Kitty, about the iced tea spew. Should I place a warning like, oh, Caution - Silly Humor Ahead?

I do knit(!) and spin(!!) and at some point I promise to have the obligatory sock-in-progress shots. There's a pair started out of some really nice but not-my-color boucle cotton from Cherry Tree Hill. The colorway is called Spring Frost, a muted grey/peach/green that looks like cat yak next to my skin. That poor yarn has been knit and ripped four times as I try to find some pattern, some garment to make out of it. I have 6 skeins, 4 ounces and 170 yards each. In spite of being so rudely handled by me, the yarn has held up beautifully! So, maybe socks will be the answer.

I need to have some small project in hand because I am going to THE MARYLAND SHEEP SHOW this weekend for the Friendship Spinners "Run From the Roses" trip. (That's a reference to the Kentucky Derby, for anyone not from around here.) This will be my first time going and I think I am more excited about the road trip than the actual festival as I have never driven that far east. (They don't let me out much. Except at night.) And I will be with all my dear friends and buddies Nancy, Betty, Lorraine, Kathy, Sandy, Linda and who am I forgetting? Well, Tori ain't going since she HAS to sit in Millionaire's Row and drink mint juleps for the Derby, poor thing. And even though Carol is recovering at the Mayo Clinic, her hat and money are going with us. Carol, we will spend it wisely. (heh heh) (PARTY!) Oh, and thank you Amy for the promise of bail, because ya never know. Let's hope that What Happens in Maryland, Stays in Maryland!

I'll leave you with a picture of a bunny and Sweetie...