Gentle Reader yesterday was a big day.
A teacher and friend had a book signing of her newly release Respect the Spindle. A book with all her years of experience poured out on the pages.
The signing appropriately happened at Mecca.
So honored was I to attend attired in clothing I had both spun the yarn and knit the garment. None of which would not have been completed so nicely if I had not had lessons from Abby.
I found it humorous that Abby was afraid no one would show up.
They did… in droves.
Her book flew off the shelf, as did a goodly sum of fiber and, yes… plenty of spindles.
Therefore, when Abby announced that her husband had gotten her a henna pen, because “someone might want their breast signed”…who was I to resist.
I present the only known Franquemontized breasts.
I have a spinner’s soul in a marked body.
Life could not possibly get better.