Thursday, March 05, 2009

I've been putting off posting....

My camera non longer talks to the pc, and all photos have to be uploaded onto the laptop. Which means I have to boot up the laptop, sometimes twice if it doesn't pick up the wireless network. Not to mention going and finding the cable which is always somewhere else. And it is a royal pain in the wotsit. (When I do eventually do the deed, I'll either post photos, or a Flickr link, promise.)

So, I haven't yet dealt with the photos from last Sunday's get together with the York Ravellers, and it really is time I did.

Not that there is all that much to say. We had a lovely day, and I gather they did, too. The DSM's five beginner spindlers all were twirling away by the time we left, and I think my three wheel spinners got something from it as well - certainly the least experienced made a huge amount of progress.

I am really enjoying all the fibre activity that there is at the moment. I've just got back from coven, which is why I am tapping away at the computer. I always need to chill a bit after driving back, or I won't get to sleep easily. and that is quite enough of a bother at the moment, thank you very much. Anyway, we sat and knitted and chatted, to the accompaniment of one very large cat purring and one very much larger dog snoring and farting. Chester is a smashing hound - I want to say bull mastiff, but I could be wrong there - but he has some Habits. One of which is letting his tongue hang out, and then dropping back down and going to sleep with the tongue lying on the carpet, which looks rather silly, and was putting my tongue on edge thinking about the feel of it.

Then, Sunday is a knitting meet-up in Tod, before I go off for a couple of days of playing with precious metal clay, which I hope I don't make a total bish of, the material is too expensive to waste!

And as well as all that, I'm doing a natural dyeing workshop for a local guild on Saturday, and tomorrow evening is the opening of A's gallery in the Piece Hall. Hopefully, photos of that to come.

I am managing to continue with spinning the white faced woodland, some of which will probably go in a dye pot in the next couple of days. And knitting. An inch or three on the jacket, slow but progress. But the Jitterbug sock got frogged. I finally tried it on, and although it fit fine around the foot and the ankle, the heel was way too snug. I can't quite work out how that happened, but it has died and been reborn with a few more stitches. Fingers crossed.......

Readers of a sensitive disposition should look away for this last section as it concerns an item of ladies underwear......

The other night, for reasons that I will not go in to, I decided I needed to remove my bra. Not at bedtime, you understand, some time and somewhere else. (A new bra, and sometimes those need breaking in, ok?)

Right now, a bra, even a brilliant red one, is an inanimate object. And being red, and being mine, not, I would suggest, easily mislaid. So where, then, is it? I have turned the house upside down, looked behind and underneath things, gone through the laundry basket, removed all the sweaters form their shelves in case it had got tangled up with one of them. No sign whatsoever. I don't get it - or indeed, find it, and I am running out of places to search. Could this be an international conspiracy? Could one of the snowshoes have dragged it off somewhere? At the moment, I have no clue. But I am peeved. It was new, and pretty.

And red.

Bother.

4 comments:

freyalyn said...

Goblins! They've stopped stealing socks and started on bras. Obviously....

kim said...

Check the trash. Seriously. When I've turned the house upside down looking for something and can't find it but know I had it recently, I find it in the trash. I know I didn't put it there, but that is inevitably where I will find it.

Barbara Blundell said...

Have you looked in the freezer,Carol ? That's where I found my hat when it went missing

Margaret said...

Has DSM hidden it?