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I’m hoping that spring is finally here! No snow for two weeks and my lilacs are begging to come out. And I’ve finally had a tiny bit of time to work in the studio. Several of you have asked where we’re moving to - we are staying in this area, just relocating to another place - we’ve been looking in Lewis County.
The term “left overs” usually generates (in my mind) food left over from the previous day’s meal….and maybe something not so nice….
What happens when you card upteen lbs of wool, silk, and Pygora goat fiber? You get lots of left overs! Good left overs!! As I card, I generate little bags of left overs - they’re not really carder cleanings because the fibers have good length - it’s just fiber that doesnt all come up out of the carder when doffing-off. We usually sell them in our show booth and they always go quickly….
The first step is to sort by color….greens, blues, orange/yellows, red/purples
Orange/Yellow Blend
The Blues
Greens
Terry
….are white and sticking to my lawn. Whaaa! I am so tired of the snow!
Work continues to be crazy - so crazy in fact, that I screwed up the other morning, my mind in a fog, and went to work wearing my barn muck shoes. The really funny part of the story is - NOBODY noticed! Crazy, I know, but I work in a paper mill where everyone wears steel-toed boots. I had told Susan what I’d done - she thought it was rather funny. By the time I met her in town - early that evening - I’d forgotten about my unstylish footwear. That is, until I jumped out of my car and she began to laugh out loud. Good thing I live in red-neckville!
The goats are all sheared (except bellies - but now it’s snowing again!). My clipper blades are already back from the sharpener place and everyone has had another foot trimming. Now we are all waiting for spring to arrive!
We’ve put our place up for sale - yep - time to move on to another greener pasture. Now if I could find a multiple listing website that had “barn” as one of the search amenities!!! We won’t be moving far…..!