Copy "Cat"...Or Would That Be "Sheep?"

I'm really one of those fiercely independent-type Sheep. I go my own way. I care not what the world thinks of me and my likes or dislikes. I'm a trend-setter in my own right. A rebel, really.

Except when I'm not...

Truth be told, I'm easily influenced and it takes very little for me to turn into the world's biggest "wannabe." So when, a while back, The Stoned Knitter posted about getting herself a fancy, schmancy new cappuccino maker it fired up the hero-worshipper in me. It doesn't take much really. There is very little that she does that isn't uber-cool. She knits a muff. I break my steadfast rule about knit-alongs and sign up immediately to craft myself up a muff. It probably shouldn't have come as a shock to me that I became obsessed with the idea of having a cappuccino maker of my own. I resisted for a very long time. It was hard to justify the purchase back when I was living without a paycheck then trying to make up for living without a paycheck and finally adjusting to having something in the checking account after the bill paying was done.

But on Thursday afternoon, I found I could resist no longer. The call of the caffeinated beverage was too strong to resist. And the fact that we were facing yet another winter storm over the weekend made the decision an easy one. I stopped off on the way home to pick up some supplies for school and a new kitchen appliance fairly leaped into my cart. Not much I could do about it at that point.

And Mia is right. There is really nothing better than a freshly made cuppa your very own latte. If I had any doubts about this initially, they were dispelled at 7:30 this morning as I arose and prepared to face the task of digging out the truck from last nights dumping of the white stuff.

Like the jingle says: The Best Part Of Waking Up...

The best cup of coffee I've had in a very long time came today from my very own kitchen. Who would have thought? And Mia has thoughtfully given me her own recipe for cappuccino with more of the sweetness so I'm good to go for the foreseeable future. You should have seen me clearing the snow away from that truck! I was super-charged!!

We will ignore the fact that my middle years have rendered my digestive system somewhat intolerant of the lactose. I don't care. It is worth it.

Once the truck was freed from its icy prison and the plows had cleared away the remaining snow from our parking areas, I was left with some decisions regarding how to spend the rest of my day. Travel was inadvisable given that the sleet portion of the festivities had begun and the roads were on the slick side. The very nature of a snowy day does sort of lend itself to the low-tech types of activities. I broke out the spindle and continued work on the yarn that I hope will become a feather and fan scarf someday. The wheel also got a bit of a workout and I even picked up the needles once or twice.

Of course, one can't simply live like the pioneers all day in this modern world. You have to make cappuccino and visit the Etsy shops just to remind yourself that it is the new millennium and all. Much like the coffee-maker, it seems that Internet purchases will tend to jump into the virtual cart with incredible speed. Wooly Wonka is a dangerous site, indeed. But in a good way. What if I run out of fiber before I have enough for my scarf? The responsible thing was to purchase a bit more of the soft stuff just in case. I'm nothing if not a forward-thinking Sheep. There will be no shortage of this particular blend on my watch!

Like I was saying...I'm easily influenced.

SA