Saturday, December 26, 2009
Not much has changed since Steven Foster wrote this song, as we celebrate, let us not forget those who are having a much harder time than we are, and do more than remember them.
Let us stand up and fight for them, even if it means we all have to give up some small quarter of our privileged belongings.
Mavis sings this old song the best.
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
The deadline for ordering a spindolyn as an “on time” Christmas gift has come.
I am very much enjoying the rush and the day and night work in my newly rearranged shop and using my newly oiled tools and new dust mask and headphones with seasonal music on them, but I can only work so fast.
So remember that big wind? It blew the roof off of the goat shed. The silly goats stood huddled in it without a roof.
The sheep don’t use a shed, they prefer their fleece to be frosted.
We got the roof back on without too much arguing, but my ears were very cold during the process because I lost my hat. I got out my old hat pattern and when the rush is over, will be knitting me a new one, and I will design it with room for my hair clips inside. Maybe I will reissue the hat pattern in a better format…… things to think about while I sand and glue today.
Waving at all you frantic knitters!!!!
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