Mortaine’s Blog

I bought a drop spindle today for $15. Yes, I could have made my own for about $5. Yes, I could have bought one pre-made that would have been almost identical to one I would have made for $8. I like the $15 one better. It spins like a top. And it’s smoothed and pretty and feels good in my hand.

I also bought a little booklet about spinning with a drop spindle. It looked interesting and helpful and has good diagrams. I continue to use the joyofhandspinning site, too, though. The booklet was $12.

I started carding wool this week. Carding wool is annoying and takes forever. I plan to card a basketful of wool (which is Not Much), then spin it, then card another basketful. Repeat as needed. That way, I don’t have to focus on carding exclusively, and can switch tasks around a lot.

The yarn store has looms and plans for making looms. I thought of — a lady who weaves words and wishes to weave warps. Also, she said about 10 days ago that one thing she dearly wanted was a week off to do whatever she wanted– and it made me realize what a gift my shutdown week is this week. I’ve wasted it magnificently, but at least I didn’t waste it without appreciating the time I was wasting.

I want to start going to the other yarn store in Capitola, but I must find it first. The one I went to today was convenient, but all my friends who used to work there (including ’s mom) have left because they disagreed with the new management.

I’m going to go to NaNoEdMo this Sunday. Must.

I had a weird dream about someone on my friends list last night. I will not say who it was, but in it, I was married to this person and had a few kids with them. It was very unreal, and even felt temporary in the dream. The kissing was okay, though (and that’s all there was– just kissing!). When I dream sexy or even just hot dreams about people I know, it’s pretty meaningless, but it was still kind of interesting and bizarre. Maybe even fun.

I posted a song today to my community . If The Andy drops by, he might be amused– it’s Cruel Sister (or Two Sisters), which is on a mix tape he gave me at one point. [Yes, Andy C. That's you. You are now "The Andy" until further notified or you come up with a better nickname for yourself.]