Whatever happens to strike my fancy, but surely some sort of fiber content.
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0 Comments:Subscribe to Post Comments [Atom] Saturday, August 28, 2004 Well, I would have written this in blogger but it’s taking so creepingly, forever long to open up (ahh the joys of dial up) I finally opened up word and will deal with the asci apostrophes later - maybe. There is this whole weekend lying before me - with no company, no traveling, no thing I absolutely have to do. My house could use an hour or 2 of attention, which it will get, and I really should get some exercise. I have let my body slide this summer - with both food and exercise - and isn't it interesting that bodies are the only thing that slide up, against gravity's natural pull - when one lets go? Up in size, up in weight. Bummer. I realize I have this cap in my head over which I don't intend to rise - but my goodness - I'm squished right up there against the lid. I got in a great workout yesterday and I hope it is the first of many. But not any at the gym this weekend. Unless we drive up to F'burg so BD can have some Texas Chili, I don't intend to leave the farm. And all the other chore types of things don't really count as burdens. I actually like a little housework when it is of the "get to know your house again" nature. When my place has been full of company it gets so adjusted I like to take some time to make it a 2 person house again. But Other than that I really have a weekend to play with fiber. My blue hat is almost done. I have about 1/2 the circumference to knit an i-cord binding onto and I have film in the camera so there'll be a photo - mmmm - Tuesday. Monday, I'm taking off and will drive down to Colonial Williamsburg for a play date with Carolyn - who only recently escaped from The Woolery dot com. Man oh Man am I jealous!! Well. Not really. I don't want to buy another thing, ever, as long as I live, for ever'n-ever amen. That is, till I do again. It's good that she got her fix in North Carolina, though, because we had intended to meet at the Knitting Sisters, till I finally, yesterday, got around to looking at their website. Yeah, I know. Most yarn shops are closed on Monday. They're no exception. But CW is such a cool place to visit, I don't really mind that I can't drop $ I don't have on yarn I don't need. I'll take my drop spindles and we'll impress the tourists. Now... do we want to do The Trellis for lunch, or one of the taverns - or something entirely different? What's that? BD is awake? He wants to play? Well. One dosn’t turn down such an offer. 'Specially when one hasn't anything else to say, except "Ta". posted by Bess | 7:43 AM |
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