This Moron Might Be a Knitter?

I went to SAFF. I think it conquered me, not so much the other way around. I’m walking around in a stupor today and let’s just say that it is a small miracle that I am dressed and somewhat presentable. Somewhat.

I met bloggers. I met knitters. I met spinners. I met alpacas. I met spinning wheels. Oh. My. God. Because I need a spinning wheel. I need a Lendrum (sp?). I met and now understand the obsession with Brooks Farm yarns. I bought tons of roving. I skipped my spindling class in favor of of of…I think was looking at more roving and visiting my Angora bunny. Oh yeah, I met, fell in love with and totally impulse purchased Sugar Ray, a very gorgeous black English Angora Rabbit.

I camped with my girlfriends and discovered that I was woefully underprepared to camp in the woods in what I consider winter weather, but probably everyone else considers fall.

Asheville, NC is BEAUTIFUL this time of year and I have not a single picture to show for all the gawking at the leaves I did.

I also forgot my camera cable and have no way to show you the pictures that I did take. That’ll have to be for tomorrow’s post.

Oh yeah, even though I totally blew off my spindling class, I watched Elizabeth enough to figure it out on my own. I think I’ve kinda got the hang of it. Now I just need to get better at it and study up on setting the twist and all the rest of the stuff that goes with making yarn.

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