Mossy Cottage Knits

The End of Reality As We Know It

(Picture-heavy post, Dear Readers.)

Did you feel it? The great Disturbance in the Force? On Saturday? When TMK went to an all-day social fiber event and I stayed home and cooked and cleaned? You read that right. TMK: All-day fiber event. Me: Getting up close and personal with a scrub brush and the loo.

What could possibly have caused such a gigantic tear in the fabric of the universe? Our local St. Distaff’s Day spin-in is what, plus, in the evening, the arrival of Blogless Elaine and Leslie to watch the football playoffs; nosh on pizza, salad, and brownies; and play three rousing games of Cranium. (The highlight of the games: TMK and Elaine were partners. Elaine molded one small, amorphous, vaguely rectangular shape out of the clay, plonked it firmly (the firmness of the plonking was apparently the big giveaway) on the table and TMK immediately shouted “Stonehenge!” A shapeless blob of clay, some firm plonking, and two seconds. That’s all it took. Leslie and I never recovered.)

On Sunday, on Erika’s recommendation, TMK and I tried our darndest to celebrate the holiest of all holy days, International Pajama Day. Only I didn’t have any pajamas. And we couldn’t have a cozy fire because yet another windstorm (#4 by my count) blew through. And by 4 p.m. I had been KO’d by some kind of bug and was doing my best melodramatic interpretation of a feverish patient thrashing around on a bed in endless tropical heat. I’m up and about and at work today but I think the bug and I are at a stalemate, each waiting for the other to blink.

Despite everything, we did have a pretty good IPD, thanks to the leftover pizza and brownies, the spinning, the knitting, and endless hours of watching "Talladega Nights", "Little Miss Sunshine," and "Independence Day" from the middle to the end and from the beginning to the middle because that's how we caught it on the TV. However, I hear that February 4 is Super International Pajama Day so we’ll have another chance to get it exactly right. (Who knew lounging around all day could take so much planning? Usually I do it with no effort at all, but once it's a scheduled event, it requires much discussing, planning and shopping. Huh.)

In the meantime, some pictures from TMK’s Big Adventure which was held at a school a little north of us:

A very few of the spinning wheels at the get-together.

A better idea of how many spinners were at the spin-in, although TMK tells me that this still shows only a third of the participants.

Melinda's Betty Roberts wheel hard at work. Since the wheel is revolving, you can't tell from the picture but the red of the wheel is actually a hardened resin (?) with dried flowers set into it.

Per TMK, an "artsy" photo of Melinda's flyer. I've seen Melinda spin, and I'm surprised her wheels aren't reduced to a smoking pile of ash by the end of the day.

Some beautiful brown llama fiber TMK bought. (She can deny it all she wants to but she has a stash now. Neener, neener.)

Some of the llama spun up. (The previous picture shows the color more accurately.)

Breathtakingly beautiful jewel-toned roving TMK bought, plus a close-up. She has promised whatever she spins out of this will come straight to me. Of course, I maaaaaay have been holding Frankie hostage at the time.

1 oz of tussah silk TMK won. I repeat: She has a stash.

Posted by Ryan at January 8, 2007 11:35 AM