a joke

Q: How many hipsters does it take to screw in a light bulb?

A: What? You don't know?

Also, I want to credit Found Magazine for the deeply wonderful Bunnee drawing.

Tomb Stones

Between us, Sweetie and I have buried three bunnies since Friday.

The first was one of the five babies - he asphyxiated in a burrow, snuggled up behind another baby. That one was almost gone, too, but was revived and survived. Nobody ever said that bunnies were the sharpest knives in the drawer, but at least this little dumb one went to sleep to never awake.

Whilst I was in Franklin, Quentin of Wry Neck passed on.

Also whilst in Franklin, Stubby's hindquarters were somehow affected. Either he was injured or was somehow ill. Today the town dogs broke his neck because he couldn't move fast enough. This was just after a phone conversation with Sweetie about whether we should cage the Little Warrior or not. Damn. Stubby was a love and I cried hard.



Tomorrow, we build a fence. I am ashamed that we are such slack asses that it takes something like this to get us motivated to build the fence that we have planned to erect for at least two years.

We Back

It was a mixed weekend, a give and take, a ying and yang.

The festival was, for the second year, sparsely attended and many other vendors I spoke with, but not all, said that sales were meager. After my expenses of motel and gas, plus product cost, not including my time, I broke even.

On the plus side, my booth came with excellent lighting and it's own ceiling fan. I made new friends, bought sock yarn, made trades and came away with ideas to improve my presentation. I received pleasing comments about my fiber and the two shawls that I was able to display on the clean white walls.

Considering that I had not worked hard in the preceding weeks to prepare, and that I had miscalculated the date, the fact that I got my shit together and made it there at all is remarkable.

By way of cookie magic, I discovered that my blog has been nominated for best knitting blog name, by whom, I do not know and actually, for what purpose, I do not know.

But it is still cool.

uh oh

Sometimes I don't know how I can screw up my existence any worse. And then I do.

The Franklin, Indiana Hoosier Hills Fiberarts Festival is THIS WEEKEND. Not a couple of weeks away.

I am taking what I have, fiber wise, and five bunnies. Wish me luck.

Slow Monday

Sweetie is back to work doing start up at the potato chip mines. We had a wonderful three day weekend.

Everyone around here had hoped for rain but we didn't get more than sprinkles last night. Today is cloudy and hazy and hot. I am, of course, sequestered inside with my best friend, Central Air.

I have some photos! The latest shawl has been blocked. I am quite pleased with it. I have begun spinning for the next one.



Here is the evidence that I have been actually working. (I know. It's hard to believe.) This is pink Fuzzarelly Fiber for the Hoosier Hills FiberArts Festival in Franklin, IN.



Some of you know that I enjoy finding unusual vinyl record albums. I love this one. You cannot make this stuff up. What were the producers thinking? This shows the back.
The front sports a bright pink price sticker from Walgreen's - 87 cents. What a bargain!

Happy Holiday

Pushed mowed today, in spite of Sweetie's direct suggestion. "No push mowing and no weed whacking, okay?" Allergies and all that. But my allergies have been non-life-threatening, maybe a stuffy nose but no body inflammation. I can deal with a runny nose. So, I push mowed and it was a blast! After I did a hit of asthma medicine, I really felt great. My abs, such as they are, appreciated it. I mowed the entire front yard. Woo Hoo. Back in the day, I used to push mow over an acre every week, half of it uphill. That's when I was slim! Not so slim anymore, not since the riding lawn mower. And middle age.

So. The lace books arrived! The one book is called New Victorian Lace Today. I am in what passes for heaven - for me. Just finished knitting the latest shawl and will block it tomorrow. Maybe. Also trying to decide what to knit next. Meaning, what will I spin next?

I have found several new blogs about lace knitting and will post them to the sidebar. Maybe today. Using a dime for scale for lace yarns - wow. Check them out.

I hope you appreciate the meaning of this Memorial Day. When I lived in Atlanta, I became upset in - what was it - 1991? BS - Before Sweetie. One radio ad was about WSB's "Mom-orial Day." Pissed me off. War is not a cool thing, but men and women have DIED for our country and they have a day for their remembrance. Do not combine it with Mother's Day. Mothers have their own day.

So. Anyway. I made my protest call to the radio station.

That same year, I had to call some car dealership because they were advertising a "Ground War on Prices." This was during Operation Desert Storm. Was this tacky or what? People were in combat and dying, and they wanted to use that metaphor to sell cars. Pissed me off.

I called the dealership and expressed myself. Did it make a difference? I don't know but I had to do it. One can be for peacelovedove, but it is okay to remember those who died for us. It is also okay to remember those on the other side.

That is one lesson I got from my dad. He served in the Army in WW2. In Germany. Back in the sixties, wearing an Iron Cross was cool among a certain crowd, surfers and such. It pissed him off. He would say, "The men that wore that medal earned it. They were fighting for their country, just like I did." Coming from him, that was something. He was a complicated man.