After the kids left yesterday morning, I felt like I needed some zen quiet time and headed up to my tamed warp to throw the shuttle. It was at this point I was arrested. Can you see the skipped dent, just a little to the left of center? I didn't like the color anyway, so ripped it out, unlashed, resleyed, and relashed.
I switched to a more subtle butter yellow for the first towel and now onto the second towel, a pea green. It's one of my favorite colors. I realized when I saw them together though that they were the colors of my wedding, way back in the dark ages. Either I'm stuck in the past, these colors have come full circle, or I'm a color dork. I'm signed up for a two-day color theory class in April. I think this demonstrates just how very much I need that class. Color me timid. Is that a color?
I usually wake up at 7:00, but this morning the bed hung onto to me for an extra hour. I crawled out, loggie-eyed, pulled on my clothes, made up the bed and stumbled into the kitchen for a cup of that magic juice called coffee, to find a box on the counter. Only a serious blogger would take a picture before pouring the first cup of java.
The return address is from Theresa. I shook out the contents of the box onto the counter. At this point, I had been awake 15 minutes and I'm looking at 22 skeins of wool/silk yarn. The logical thing would have been to look at her blog for clues, but I wasn't logical and emailed her. Was I buying this yarn? No. I had WON this yarn in the drawing for her blogiversary. The stipulation is that I must do something for the animal charity of my choice. That's easy - SPCA. That's where we got Charlie and our two cats before him. I've decided to print a photo of him that I use as my header and take it in when I make my contribution.
About three months after we adopted him, I emailed a photo to his SPCA foster mother. She replied that she always knew she should keep before and after pictures, but he was one of the most dramatic turn-arounds she had seen. Someone had found him on top of a tire in the wheel well of a truck, mewling, crusted in crud and oil and starving. That might explain how he holds his own now with three large dogs.
Meanwhile, I have at two least sweaters worth of wool/silk yarn to ponder on. I've shuffled the colors and I am pondering. It's on the dining room table - too cold to eat in there, too far from the wood stove. I get to walk by, stroke it and let it talk to me. This is most fun surprise I can remember!!!!
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