….disc golf widow… she’s got rage deep in her eyes….
today, i scored BIG, and got myself a beautiful navajo-churro fleece. from a cute little farm in underhill.
nothing makes me happier than a big ole bag of wool
rare breed wool at that.
ummm-hummm!
nothing makes me unhappier than being a disc golf widow. but, hells the sun came out today! (not that rain has been known to stop my boy from playing.. i think he played 7 out of the last 10 days.)
i might dissapear for a few days, beginning tomorrow. apparently my isp is going to be having some issues… (humm, me paying them, perhaps..?)
on the off chance, Either or You read this… it was kick ass to see you both. and, i think it was said, a few times, but the more things change the more they stay the same…
♥
Should I tell you about the time in the shop I handled some churro and acted like a little girl for the rest of the day because I could smell it on my hands? You would have laughed so hard at me like one of the spinner-owers did. I mean hell, I grew UP in VT. I’m not that much of a baby. But man. I really could smell it on me!!! We have some pretty amazing fleece in our shop if you ever want something. It’s cool when the people just show up and ask if we want stuff!
May 22nd, 2006 | #
hi pippi,
dg widow, eh? i used to suffer from that very same condition. then i joined can’t-beat-’em-join-’em crowd, and voila! widow-hood be damned! is that how you found my blog? this is my first trip to yours, but i’ve been one of the crowd of fans of your yarns since before i could spin. looking forward to reading more. xoxo velma
July 21st, 2006 | #