"It takes only one drink to get me drunk. The trouble is, I can't remember if it's the thirteenth or the fourteenth."
- George Burns
Don't worry - I am still sailing on Loch Nondrinkyness!
The fiesta yarn turned out SO COOL! I plyed it with a fine spun yellow/gold angora single which was a stroke of genius, if I do say so myself. Here, look for yourself.
I have been dyeing up a storm. During the Great Studio Clean Up, I emptied two large plastic bins and I promptly filled one with all my angora seconds, i.e., wool less than two and a half inches long, matts, leg and belly wool, and dirty bits. When life gives you a plastic bin full of seconds, make first quality spinning fiber! I mean, that's what the fiesta yarn is. Why don't I use my prime stuff? I don't have any left, that's why. Traded all I had plus the next shearing to Jean for bunny cages . Won't have any prime for my own use until fall. I have always said, though, give me limitations and I'll do my best work.
I found out that there is such a thing as doggie dementia. (Thanks, Nancy.) There are four indications and Bonnie has every one. Change of character, inappropriate pooping, disorientation, and changed sleep habits. Sigh. There is no cure but I did get her some new food for senior dogs which is full of all the things she needs. Probably too little, too late.
I can't help but think what is in store for her. And us. She is already not the girl of six months ago. She is so affection hungry now, always wanting her muzzle and ears rubbed. Nuthin' says lovin' like a good muzzle rubbin'. Bonnie was always above that sort of behavior, being more of the "Don't touch me" sort. This has all happened so quickly and I have to wonder if the rest of the journey will go as fast.
Let me leave you with this thought: Approximately 1/10 of your life is spent in February. Make it count!
And also, here is a shot of Percival helping me spin.