OFF THE SPINDLE
Pulled my first ever handspun off my drop spindle yesterday afternoon, gave it a quick bath and laid it out to dry. I can only hope to improve, I suppose. Mr. Iknead’s drop spindle works like a charm and is easy to use. It turns so easily and spins for what seems like a long, long time. I invested in a small niddy-noddy and a yardage counter from Knitpicks today, they were on sale and if I stay as interested in spinning as I think I’m going to, I’ll need them. Here’s a look at my first ever handspun:
Very kinky and I’m sure horrendously overspun but it’s a start.
LET ME DRAW YOU A (BIRD) BATH
Mr. Iknead and I finally got back out to The Good Earth Garden Center today. We went out last Saturday but our shopping trip was cut short when my mother took a turn for the worse and had to be taken to the Emergency Room. More about that a little later. Anyway, we spent a couple of hours or so just wandering around, looking at different plants, coveting the largest and prettiest of whatever we happened to be looking at and browsing containers and pretty pots. We had decided a few weeks ago that we really needed (read wanted) a small birdbath for the front yard, so we spent a little extra time just checking different ones out. They were pretty expensive and we really just didn’t see one that turned over our engines and decided to wait for the perfect one, maybe pay a little more rather than just getting one that we thought was so-so and inexpensive. We had this agreement and were leaving when I saw the Birdbath That Called My Name. We both loved it, the price was right, so our front yard is now graced by the perfect birdbath. I hope the birds love it as much as we do!
I love the leaf shape!
Now, if only the ground cover would hurry up and fill in…..
WHERE WE STAND
Our meetings with hospice went very well, Mom was officially admitted to Arkansas Hospice and they’ll be coming to the nursing home at least five days a week, caring for her and providing support for us. A nice surprise was that Bigmommy’s best friend since babyhood is a social worker with Arkansas Hospice (we knew she worked for a hospice, just not which one) and has known my mom pretty much forever. She and her family are like family to us and that gives us reassurance and comfort during this time, when it feels like we’re always second guessing ourselves and the decisions we’ve had to make. A blessing.
The Stuttgart grands are at Grayton Beach, Florida even as I type. They’re enjoying the Vaughan side of the family tree, and I’m sure being totally and deliberately spoiled rotten by their Grandmary and Pops, aunts, uncles and cousins. Another blessing for sure. Waiting on some beach pics, will show off a few when (and if) they arrive.
Grown-ups never understand anything for themselves, and it is tiresome for children to be always and forever explaining things to them. Antoine de Saint-Exupery