|Fiber coming home, the first wave|
You'd think by this age I would have learned that one should not be smug about such things, let alone brag about them out loud to anyone. The universe has decided to smack me in the fanny with another project, far more daunting than the one I had worked on those years: as previously mentioned, our lease is up on the retail space in Seco and we're having to find places to stash all that has been there. This includes a lot of furniture, the display cabinets, my monster loom, and unspeakable quantities of spinning fiber and yarn. I have been checking with my closest friends for assurance that I'm not a hoarder, and as good friends should, they've assured me I'm not. Maybe a well prepared pack rat?
On a lighter note, the lilacs are starting to bloom. We thought they had been frozen as they were last year. I'm excited to be able to enjoy them...it's been a few years.