On Sunday, I drove up to NHS&W
with the Mafia
and her Little Man, and a large green kid-wrangling wagon. When we got there, we hooked up with the (sadly-blogless but newly flickr-ized) Pi Grrrl
My shopping list looked like this:
- sock blockers
- sock yarn for my Sockapalooza 4 pal
- yarn to make felted clogs for Thom
- yarn for a baby sweater for my expectant childhood best friend
Did I mention that Pi Grrrl is a spinner? As we wandered about, strolling through the Grafton Fibers
booth, I may have pet a few lumps of fiber in luscious purples and blues.
Despite my cries of "I'll consider learning how to spin after I finish grad school
," Pi Grrrl may have
dragged me kicking and screaming
gently nudged me towards a wheel. You know, just to try it out...
See that sign in the back? Yeah, that says "The Merlin Tree
At lunch, I may have sat down next to Cheryl
At which point, Kristen may have engaged me in a conversation about Lyle the Louet
After which, I may have deviated from the shopping list.
Yep, Kristen offered to let Lyle the Louet come live with me for a little while. We'll arrange a pickup at a later date, as the two of us and Lyle are currently located in three different states.
When I got home and told Thom this story, the first thing he said was "is it a travelling wheel or a regular one?" Huh? How does he even know to ask this? (The follow up commentary was "I just want to know how much space this thing will take up.")
It's a slippery slope, folks...
* Dave knew I was a goner before I even sat down at the wheel, as I may have mentioned that I was reading The Age of Homespun
by Laurel Thatcher Ulrich. (In my defense, I was a history major, and one of my mentors was a colonial American historian ... it's not THAT far-fetched that I might just happen to read a book where spinning wheels are the main characters!)
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