Look who's coming to my house
5,000 yards of delicious alpaca for the Galina Khmeleva class on Orenburg lace knitting at the Estes Park Wool Market. From Ebay no less. Yummy.
Schlumpy update: One of the first things I learned about knitting was check the dyelots. So for 30 years I've dutifully compared the labels of every ball and skein to go on the needles. How could I forget this important lesson, learned at my mother's knee, when throwing my own handspun into a Kool-Aid bath? Now half my sweater is about two shades off. Arrrrrggggh! Will probably have to overdye the whole wretched thing.
Daily war rant: Last night, dh and I were driving to dinner and he said, "We're about to have a nice night out and there are people dying." American soldiers barely have enough rations. Children are being orphaned. And people all over the world are worrying about the welfare of of family and friends caught in the vortex of this conflict. For those of us with the luxury to wonder about the dying from a distance, the question has to be: How can we help? Any ideas?
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