We began our mornings on the deck of our cabin in PJs with coffee. This is the most unusual fiber event as there is no time call, no place to be, no class start. This particular morning we were fascinated by Hermi's color blending in a rolag, my prior video.
Our main gathering point has been under the canopy of several Easy-Ups. This year we added lights so we could continue past dark and be mosquito targets. Note Barbara on the bottom left reading the restaurant menu from a cell phone with the benefit of her magnifying lenses. We traditionally eat at the resort restaurant one night during our stay. We had grossly high temps and so this area was vacant during the heat of the day.
I borrowed Sara's stool when she was otherwise occupied. I've learned that it's a lot easier to drop-spindle when you're not so close to the ground.
I heard a lot of giggling and went outside to find a couple folks from the cabin above us ripping fabric into strips for rag rugs. The fabric had been snipped at 1.5" intervals, so one took 1,3 and 5 tabs - the other took tabs 2, 4 and 6 and then they ran apart. The result was five strips for rag rugs. I'm not sure what I think. BTW, that's Eleanor, my car.
This is very special gift that Hermi brought me. It's a bar of 60-year-old olive oil soap. She is Swiss. Her father owned a hardware store which he found difficult to stock during the war. After her mother passed away several years ago, she and her family had to get her house in order for sale, which is when Hermi found several boxes of this soap which she assumes was acquired by her father for the store. She's used a couple of bars and says it's fantastic. The rest she is saving but she gifted me with this bar because she knew I would appreciate it. I already have it on display.
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