I spun another hank of Highland Peruvian wool this weekend, about 72 yards. Personal best in terms of yardage. But boy, did my legs complain about it
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We're coming up on the first anniversary of my father's death. I'm not really sure what I want to do about that. I have this vague impulse to commemorate it somehow, but nothing has sprung to mind yet
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No work today, and late yesterday afternoon, my early Christmas present to myself arrived on my porch. With a little help from my darlin' husband, I got it assembled pretty quickly, but of course it had to undergo cat inspection:
November is a difficult month this year. November is the month of my stepmom's birthday, their wedding anniversary, my father's birthday, and of course Thanksgiving, aka the Mega Family Get-together Holiday
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