This is a strange week, kids. Each day something else reminds me that the world is changing and it may not be a good thing for you and me. I refuse to be maudlin, but I do wonder if the obscene increases in gasoline prices resulting in obscene increases in every other thing might just be internal terrorism. Our amazing, yet inept, government calls everything else terrorism, including a poor briefcase on a platform inadvertently left by its owner (IT’S A BOMB!!!), why not this? It would/could be a very effective way to bring us to our knees. I’d go on, but I’m losing interest and, honestly, does it matter anyway? I just loves me a good conspiracy theory.
So, I did my spinning last night. I spun for a half hour and loved it. I’m enjoying the intent of focus of the spinning. It’s like knitting, but not like knitting. You must focus (usually) when you knit, but the focus in spinning uses a different part of my brain (I’m not qualified to talk about your brain, mine is pathetic enough to be easy to talk about). I just reread this paragraph. Gad, how stupid is It’s like knitting, but not like knitting????? I’m leaving it in to reiterate my ability to blither. No thought process is safe from me. I can obliterate any subject and I will. Just give me a minute.
I finally broke down and bought a book that I believe that every other single lace knitter in the universe owns. Mine is so new that it’s a paperback. All the others I’ve seen in blogworld have been hard bound. It’s A GATHERING OF LACE by Meg Swansen. Can you believe that I didn’t have it before now? Me, neither, but in my defense, I didn’t know it had so many gorgeous shawls in it. That, and socks, too! My list of “to do” knitting just keeps growing and growing.
So, today, with nothing fibery new to show, I will leave you with our brand new Moonbeam Coreopsis. It’s just a baby, but seems very happy in its new home. Have a good one!