Bullet Posting For The Weary.

Welcome to the middle of the week and The Sheep's Wednesday Night Bullet Post. We like the random posting...you don't actually have to be fully awake to do it.


*I carded wool for a good six hours last night as I listened to the Harry Potter audio book. It was grueling work, but when I decided to quit for the "night" at what was really 1:00 in the morning, I was feeling pretty impressed by how much I had accomplished. I wasn't finished. And I was only putting it through for one pass per clump of wool just to get it started. But, by golly, I was really making some headway on this!

*Then I dragged my weary self into the bedroom for my well-deserved rest. There, still drying in the window sill, was another three million pounds of merino. No. I am not exaggerating. It was three million pounds that I had forgotten to put in the carding pile. It mocked me from the window as it waved gently in the breezes.

On the right is what I accomplished. On the left is the mocking, uncarded merino.

*If anyone ever has the audacity to complain about the price of a merino sweater in my presence ever again, there is every chance I will need one or two of you to take up a collection for my bail. I have visions of myself coming utterly unhinged and beating the offender about the head and shoulders with a niddy noddy or a pair of hand cards. There will be a great deal of shrieking on my part which will be unintelligible to the non-spinners. Those in the know will be able to translate it as something along the lines of, "I have given up more hours than I can count in the interest of making merino yarn happen and you will happily pay any price that is displayed for the honor of wearing merino, you heartless swine!!!"

*It was only about 85 degrees today, but the humidity made it feel much worse. I really have no right to complain, though. We've had a fairly cool summer this year for which I am eternally grateful.

*Of course, my not having the right to complain has done nothing to deter me from doing so. I am a fragile flower who wilts in the humidity. I get all limp and soggy. And the wool sticks to me in the oddest of places.

*The craft store was air conditioned, though. It seemed like a good idea to get out of the house after yesterday's self-imposed solitary confinement. There was a lady on a cell phone an aisle away from me leaving a message for her mother to overnight express her a certain bead. She went on to say how much she hates shopping in Maine because there is absolutely nothing to be had here. How we continue to live in such a savage, beadless condition was simply beyond her. I was considering playing the Helpful Shopper and offering to help her pack her stuff and get the heck out of my state.

*Then I discovered that all they had was Procion dye and not the acid dye that I needed. I still hate Queen Bead. But I was sort of thinking the same thing as she for a minute there. It seemed rather hypocritical to offer my packing services after that.

*I will be going back into lockdown again this evening to card wool and listen to "Deathly Hallows." While it is highly unlikely I will make it past midnight again, I'm still going for broke on this audio book!

*By the way, could someone please tell me why I ordered a yogurt maker this afternoon. Seriously. I ordered a yogurt maker. I suddenly have a burning urge for fresh yogurt. Maybe it's the heat...or the humidity. Perhaps the merino is throwing off some fumes. But yogurt? Oh well. I like yogurt. I'm not entirely convinced that I like it enough to be crafting it in my own home, but apparently this was the tail end of my thought process this afternoon. Very odd...

There you go! Wednesday's random brain cell firings in all their glory. If anyone needs me, I'll be wallowing in endless piles of merino and Googling yogurt recipes.

SA