Not too long ago I picked up this lovely lace weight spindle. I tested it a little bit, but I was hell bent on getting through some fibre I already had on another spindle.
I finished that, finally, this week, just in time for my very first Fibre of the Month shipment to start.
Oh my… I just LOVE Rambouillet… it drafts marvelously and it and my new spindle are producing amazing results. Plus it motivated me to finish something that had been lingering on my spindle for ages.
I may need more of this… Wool allergy be DAMNED!
The biggest drawback to having given up my car, is picking up cat food and cat litter.
Though having to walk places, doing small groceries intended for the week, all the little things? Are worth having to call in a favour every few weeks to do a cat supply run.
Though the exercise has been somewhat mitigated by stress and eating takeout far too often.
I have a love hate relationship with negative comments (not here; no one comments here. I brain spew, you ingest. Let’s not break the system. And erase that imagery from our collective consciousness.).
I generally hate them because it’s incredibly frustrating to read the absolute idiocy that some people spout off.
On the other hand, I learn far more about someone from vitriolic, insane ranting than I do when they’re being rational, reasonable people.
Bonus points if they’re bitching about breaches of privacy info.
An inability to say something decent, or at least constructive tells me far more about you than you would care I know. Which I will exploit for evil.
I’m like Google, with a spiteful streak. Skynet v0.7.
Apparently fall gave us a miss and went right into early winter.
The bad? I’m already tired of being cold and wet.
The good? I think I’ll make a stew. And chili. Possibly soup.
Food is the best part of fall and winter <3
I’m willing to bet money that no truly successful email marketing campaign contained the letters ‘OMG’ in the subject line.
At least not with the demographic ‘smarter than the average golden retriever’.
There’s a time and a place, kids.
Get off my lawn.
Apples should be crunchy. When I bite into an apple, there is an expectation of crunchy.
Squishy apples suck.
I was sent a pattern for cat nests to crochet, and while I immediately knew my cats would never use anything which did not provide a secondary means of escape from one another, I got irrationally jealous of all the adorable cats snuggled in something their owners made.
And then I realized my cats do the same thing. Only it’s never with something actually made for them …