Gracie decided to take a nap sorta half way under the covers today, which of course made me coo all over the place and take pictures, because I'm a crazy cat lady.
I went to a fiber festival today at a fairground a little south of town. It featured a variety of fibers, fiber-producing animals, hand-made cloth and articles of clothing, as well as dyes, chemicals, looms, shuttles, spindles, and a plethora of other tools I could only begin to imagine how to use. (And of course elephant ears, because that's what makes something a festival.) My weaving teacher was there as well (apparently), and told me later that she had had bought way, way too much, but I personally didn't get anything other than a slush-puppy. Whenever I'm surrounded by pretty, I'm tempted to buy stuff, but today was an exception, seeing as I either didn't have a clue how to use any of it or it was fairly expensive and very nice. I mean, I suppose I could buy homespun, hand-dyed fibre for the next scarf I spend a year occasionally poking at in between other projects, or a hand-made gossamer shawl to keep me warm while I lounge around in my pjs, but... maybe next time.
Speaking of keeping warm, I have to admit it's about this time every year that I start to think favorably about colder weather. Despite swearing oaths on all that is holy every February that I will not be such a damnfool the next time around, cold air, sweaters, leaves, cider, apples, rain, more festivals, and even a little bit of snow start to sound really nice around mid-August. It must be something the tourist buearu puts in the water; I don't even like apples that much. I actually (having resisted the angora gossamer) stopped by Old Navy today and bought sweatpants in anticipation. They were on sale; don't judge me.
I always feel that way when we go to the Applefest every October; so much beautiful stuff, but I can't afford it or wouldn't know what to do with it.
ReplyDeleteI have been whining about how much I want fall/winter for, like, a month now. I am not equipped to deal with temperatures about 90 degrees. It was, like, 98 yesterday? Ugh.
Caaaaaaaat. Gracie looks like the same kind of cat as Dexter; do her eyes look like she's glaring at you all the time?
Aw, kitty.
ReplyDeleteI read fairly quickly, but there was a split second where I assumed that a fiber festival was a gathering for people who had problems with regularity. I'm glad I was wrong.
I would like Fall now pls. Gracie's eyes don't look like they glare (I don't think), but she's a grey tabby. :)
ReplyDeleteGaahh, Catherine, that's hilarious.
Crack spice!
ReplyDeleteI admit I'm an unabashed lover of all things fall, but those two little words should make all of the cold worth it for you...even in February.
I was thinking about crack spice! In fact, I was dwelling on it so much while writing this post that I started wondering if Robinette's was maybe already selling cider, nom nom, except oh wait there aren't any apples yet, right. >:/
ReplyDeleteMaybe not. But you are totally hereby charged with buying a stock of crack spice and sending it to me. You can bring it down yourself, if you like. *I* would like.
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