May 2009: Road Trip to Woodstock, CT.
In which I discovered that my Grandmother, the only grandparent I knew, had a little of the crafty going. Apparently I inherited my crazy-ass color sense from her. Or lack of.
I know! It hurts the eyes.
Promptly upon returning from said incident free road trip, in which there was lots of driving, which is why it was a road trip, my poor little car was creamed by a City of Buffalo garbage truck. While it was parked. Motherfuckers. God that was annoying.
And then there were …
SCHMITTENS!
And that just about killed June.
There seems to have been some intent to weave and knit:
Chubs relaxing on the Feather n’ Fan Comfort Shawl, of handspun wool/mohair, navajo plied. It’s in a bag somewhere. Languishing. Unfinished. It’s going to be a large and lovely shawl, but I hates me the feather and fan. And on the loom is some extremely crappy yet strangely attractive acrylic crap. Still awaiting a fringe.
That cat’s eyes are saying “Try to make me move… I will slash you to ribbons. And puke in your shoe for good measure”.
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