Fiber work of all types has become back burner business recently. But I did manage to hook together a few more snowflakes.
Each motif takes me about an hour to do. It will be too open and holey if I don’t put something in those yawning circles, but I can’t decide if I want to fill the holes between motifs with the minimotif shown. If you’re wondering what this is ultimately going to be, I’ve decided to make a stole because I’ve been recently overcome with the urge to make large rectangular shapes.
Now tell me, am I reading the wrong blogs? I have not read of anyone giddy with anticipation for MDSW, which is just a couple measly weeks away. I’ve been singing a sheep-and-wool ditty (the sheep-and-wool ditty) since I bought the air tix last month. If you too would like to sing the ditty, to the tune of “Campbell ladies,” please hum, “I am going to the sheep-and-wool, sheep-and-wool, sheep-and-wool…” As in past trips to Maryland, I will be meeting with family, friends from grad school, and friends from undergrad years, too.
I’m traveling alone this time, renting a car, and staying in a hotel so I can see the fair on my own terms after I say goodbye to my peeps. (My friends tell me they enjoy the show, but they’ve seen enough after an hour or two. Ha. Like I’m going to go to MDSW for an hour.) I have almost nothing on my “to buy” list, with the possible exception of a true black alpaca fleece that does NOT prickle (but only if the price is right). I originally was planning to stock up on spinning fibers for Twosheep Yarn, but with my fiber time being kind of limited right now, I think I need to put those ideas on hold.
The one thing about this upcoming trip that I’m not looking forward to – if you’re one of those Real Life friends, you know I loathe driving in general, I especially hate driving alone, and driving for a prolonged time in unfamiliar places can literally make me weep – particularly when I’m late and lost. (Ha ha ha… Does anyone remember the time I was going to pick Richard up from Newark airport and was stuck on the Goethels Bridge b/c I flaked and took the wrong exit on the turnpike and couldn’t figure out where to turn around and found myself over water, behind a police car, and the driver of that car then stopped all traffic on the bridge so he could investigate… a bomb [?!?] because this was just a few weeks after 9/11, and everyone was freaking out over everything? Do ya remember the TEARS!? Oh, good times, good fun.)
I’m flying into Reagan because my first stop is Arlington VA. I’m already stressing about driving on the Beltway (I think my plane lands around rush hour on Friday!), and you’d better believe Giselle is coming in the carry-on.