Just Franquemont-ize me, please.

Just Franquemont-ize me, please.

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.

It was a banner day, why even the Canadian Factor showed up.

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.

The Tale of The Sock Who Found its Mate, or Why All Sock Yarn is NOT Created Equally

The Tale of The Sock Who Found its Mate, or Why All Sock Yarn is NOT Created Equally

I have made an amazing and truly unbelievable discovery this week all in the knitting of a Plain Vanilla Pair of Socks

This may actually be the Cure for World Peace and the Answer to getting all of the Politicians in Washington to come to a realistic consensus on Health Care.

Seriously.

Hand spun yarn makes hand knit socks like nobody’s business!

I have knit socks, plenty of them. Moreover, I have, like many of my fellow knitters, suffered from “Second Sock Syndrome.” Yes, I have struggled through knitting one solo sock and said lonely sock never gets its mate. I have completed pairs of socks for my children. For gifts. Kind of a Motherly Penance, as it was, to knit both socks.

No longer.

I have discovered the joy in knitting yarn that is neither harsh on your fingers, splitty, nor exhibits any splotches of unsightly color pooling.

You see, Gentle Reader, when you spin your own yarn, you can control the twist, the fiber, and your color runs!

End result…

One pair of indie dyed, spun by me Blue-faced Leicester pair of socks with gradually changing colors…

Yes, my feet are feeling the love.

Now, to figure out a hiding place so my kids do not find them…

How the Grinch Stole Health Care?

Well, Gentle Readers, it appears that Joe is up to his neck in alligators yet again!

Yes, Joe is making waves yet again on the Health Care Reform bill that has valiantly made its way from the House of Representatives with nary a battle scar only to find Joe Lieberman leading the Battle Charge in the Senate.

I just want to thank you Joe for single-handedly making yourself look like an idiot!

Maybe you are just trying to play Scrooge a bit early for the holiday season, because your antics are certain to earn you a visit from your old friend Teddy with an ominous warning about visits from the Ghosts of Health Care Past, Present, and Future.

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Say it ain't so Joe!

I am not sure what Senator Lieberman thinks he is accomplishing by putting himself on an island, but he is not on the “win friends and influence people” track at all, in my opinion. When I heard on the news that Joe was not going to support any public option in the health care debate I was astounded.

Truly astounded.

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Grey day #987

Autumn has been unbelievably grey here in West Michigan, interspersed with days of rain. The sun has evidently gone on an extended holiday.
However, the foliage has taken up the cause and has been doing an amazing job of bringing color to the grey days. The veritable gleam that the golden sentinels radiates as brightly as the sun would. The grey of the day seems to intensify this effect and the occasional interjection of some crimson, orange, and bright red leaves seem to add richness to the tapestry covering the land. I have yet to get out and photograph any of this gloriousness for which I am feeling decidedly guilty.
I have done some autumnal baking, however, unleashing the aromas of fall in my home. Apples and cinnamon surely must have an aphrodisiac quality, don’t you think? I have plans to go to Cranes this weekend with the boy child and get some cider and cider donuts. Just the thing for what ails you.

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