This is my sidekick. Her job is to find my mind and put it back. So far, she sucks.
But she's soft and fuzzy...
It's way too long of a story, the one where my mind is lost trying to save $3.00 that turned into $1.25 not including gas and the hours lost to the project, and involves the phone company and my mother, so I won't bore you with the details. In fact, if I tried to relate them I might explode my brain on my laptop, and that would make a mess. Not to mention raise hell with my writing.
Anyway - I went to Storey's 25th Anniversary on Saturday which was a lot of fun and very enjoyable. I sat and spun the most glorious roving in human history, dyed by Gail just for me to match some beautiful hot peppers from her garden.This roving, it looks like the way I feel lately. All chaotic and wild and burning up. I adore it spun, but more on that later. I talked about spinning for a while, then signed a couple of books. And I met Noella, who's a Raveler, and avid 2-at-a-Time soxer, with her Flat Feet Sugar Maples.I think they're very lovely!
I also got to meet Carol Ekarius and we traded books. Carol is like my hero. It's not just the chickens. It's way beyond that. The woman is what I want to be when I grow up. AND she's off the grid - my lifelong dream.I watched Crispina ffrench make flowers from recycled sweaters with a group of kids (of all ages), who were enraptured, as they should be. Very cool.Jayme, Storey Publicist turned Dairy Maid, made Marvelous Mozzerella while an attentive crowd watched.I saw sheep waiting to be shorn,
saw art,and then drove home to change clothes and head back to North Adams for a really splendid dinner at Jae's Inn in North Adams. It was an honor to be one of the recognized authors at the evening's event, and I am very grateful to Gwen and Storey for selecting me.
For those who asked about my mother - she's doing as well as can be expected. She had a rough day Saturday and almost had to go back to the hospital, but snapped out of it after a few hours. Yesterday she made the big move to her new digs, and seems as contented as one can be in them. She has no phone (hence my brain coming out). She's already making friends, and I walked through a knitting circle on my way in and out doing errands in the evening. They were quite vocal about recruiting my mother to join them. I bet I know where she can get some yarn...although she'd prefer counted cross stitch, I think, with great big Aida cloth, like 7 count. I wonder if there's some kits...hmmm...must research...