my little buddy. he comes to snack right near me now.
i’m sure he is edging for a photo op—he’s a blog ho now.
he wants you to check out his muscles
WHAT a weekend. full of meetings
but the good kind—where you can be a shameless people watcher and participant, under the guise of working very, very hard.
ok, some of them may have involved mostly food, drink, shenanigans, and photos all around.
sorry about the blur . . these two never stop moving. ever.
you should see some of the photos i have. i should be getting paid not to publish them.
a blur of harlot hair everywhere, i tell you.
at another grueling lunchtime industry function there were the usual suspects
(clara, franklin, cat, janel, and stephanie, hamming it up once again)
i’m telling you, the stress was excruciating.
(here’s another usual suspect. sheri thinks she can hide behind the camera, but she’s way too adorable to make that work very well)
if we didn’t know we were working very, very hard, we would have thought we were having a very, very grand time together.
there was even a performance piece
involving dry ice supplied to stephanie by cat bordhi (which can only turn out oddly, but we all understood it somehow and were transfixed with making it work).
i did see a lot of yarn. i can’t show you most of it since cameras were not allowed in the exhibit hall, but i can show you the nice package that i got in a spritely goods-knitspot handoff
hmm, gray and greeny-yellow . . . you think stephanie has my number or what?
there were other goodies, though i did not load myself down with too many freebies (ok, i was too dumb to get on the bandwagon for book signings . . . just wait til next year)
i was given a gift of some lovely wool soap
which i promised to experiment with and blog about. i am looking for a replacement for my beloved meadows wool wash which louet is not producing anymore (drat, and more drat). though i did snag a case of quart bottles before it completely disappeared, i fear there is no more after that is gone (fortunately a little goes a long way). and sorry, i just have not cottoned to its replacement product.
on the other hand, the optimist in me feels that surely they will see the error of their ways and begin supplying me with meadows again.
in the meantime, i am trying to find a nice soap to use for everyday gentle washables . . . something to help stretch out my supply of meadows if you will, which i can then reserve for the most valuable wools.
this stuff is promising; i’ll keep you updated.
i also partook of a free mini yoga session halfway through saturday that was completely refreshing, so i purchased the DVD offered by the vendor who was teaching it
in the hopes that it will augment my paltry yoga practice of late.
of course i did not refuse chocolate in any form at any booth.
these will remind me to touch base with the people i ran into all weekend.
(bob, if i don’t email YOU, please don’t take it personally)
and naturally there was knitting. plenty of it actually. . . .
i got my second shifty sock to the heel and then needed to leave that until i could check it against the one i left at home.
so i traded that out for my scarf after a bit
and we all determined for sure that cookie likes me (she likes me!). and indeed, the two of us found many miles of terrain to agree on.
(i like you too, cookie! i am totally gonna show up for a visit some day—you wait and see).
sunday morning i got up early and left to come back to the ranch . . where it is quiet and peaceful and HOT. i worked in my garden for a while to get back in the groove of home
my painted ferns finally got homes in the ground.
i am entranced by them . . . the colors are so ethereal, and different on each one.
ok, let’s end with a puzzler; i don’t know what this shrub is, but i bet someone out there does know. it’s growing in a very tight wedge of space between an enormous oak tree and the back fence.
i tried to dig it out when it was younger and smaller (i was hoping to make it more of a feature in our yard then), but no go. and it seems to like this spot. i still would love to move t least part of it to a nicer location some day.
it has a heavenly scent when you get up close . . a little like lilac, and the leaf is similar to that shrub.
my mom had one at our family home and she used to called it “bridal bouquet” but i don’t really know if that’s the right name. here’s a closeup
anybody know anything about this one? thanks!