Today is a damn fine day. The sun is shining, the flowering weeds are out. I had a terrific Mexican lunch and some fantastic ice tea. I ate a lot of semi-sweet chocolate chips straight from the bag, and my hair is behaving nicely. I also did a ton of spinning today--finished plying some Corriedale that has been hanging out on the spindles for several weeks just chillin'. I did flowerpot plying, like I did with my first batch. It went pretty well, I find that things don't get too tangled as long as I use my hands to separate the strands immediately before the twist so I can smooth them out before they begin to spiral. Towards the end, though, my spindle got heavy and unmanageable as my notchlessness became more and more noticeable. Things started slip-sliding away. BUT, 'tis done.
My next spinning step will be to 1) dye this lot that is currently on my PVC niddy-noddy (yay!) and 2) learn how to spin without all this annoying pre-drafting business, which, I have read, is not even necessary. Okay, I admit that I started #2 already to a limited extent, and it worked out pretty well for me except for a couple of minor slubs. I saved some fiber that I can experiment on, which will probably end up filling a spindle. And THEN I can experiment with Andean plying. Yay! Everyone is a winner!
I must admit that I had some fun at work yesterday. I love love love designing book displays, and yesterday I designed one for National Craft Month. It says: Spring into a new hobby. This is surrounded by some crochet flowers (which I crocheted at WORK!) and some swoopy loopy yarn that I glued in a decorative flourish. The whole scheme is yellow and pink, the happiest colors there are. And THEN I hosted Teen Night and socialized (more like absorbed the voice of one teen who nearly succeeded at talking my ear clean off) and made an apple cozy, which fit my apple about three seconds before I ATE it.
Other goals in my hopefully near future: learn how to run three miles. Part of this motivation springs from the fact that the ol' number on the scale has been creeping up on me and this week's delicious brownies and last week's ice cream obsession did not exactly help those numbers decrease. And the pants are beginning to be uncomfortably tight.
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