Spoils of War

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I rode my bike to the farmer’s market this morning on a mission for apples and tomatoes. My backpack protested strongly when I added yellow squash, rainbow peppers, carrots, and basil. I’m amazed I got it all home in complete pieces!!

(I use photoshop to process photos, and their “save for web” option has changed. Now when I process photos, they come out all grainy. Moom, do you have any suggestions?)

Amanda met me at the market, and after riding ourĀ  bikes home we hopped in the car and took a trip to Chelsea to visit Spinner’s Flock. I made it out of there pretty clean, with one or two small things. There were a lot of things that I wanted, of course, but I know enough about my current stashing situation that it wasn’t too hard to resist.

I am halfway through my light grey fiber, but between bobbins I decided to finish an 8oz. ball of mohair that has been languishing for several years now. In fact, since around the time this was taken.

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It’s hard to spin when you find your wheel in this condition. Once I peeled the frog off the wheel, I manged to convert that orange-y blob in the background of that picture into finished yarn.

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My parents were under the ridiculous delusion that they’d bought themselves a hanging plant stand. I know better; it’s an outdoor yarn drying device.

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It’s a bit difficult to see, but there are roses and greens in with the pumpkin. I’m still struggling with my camera; it keeps trying to turn everything pink, grainy, and staticy. After digging through a multitude of photos that were somewhere on the scale from unintelligible to somewhat blurry, this was the clearest.

It feels good to be converting fiber mass into yarn mass, which is somewhat more compact. Even better, it’s usually cheaper if you spin it yourself! Hello, next decade of my life in which I’ll be paying student loans and buying wool by the unprocessed fleece.

I’ve biked ~12 miles today, so it’s time for a mid-afternoon snack while shifting piles of crap in an overflowing room the size of a teapot.

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