“You can tell the strength of a nation by the women behind its men.”
I think I told you that Jay has forsaken American news in favor of Euronews and another one I can’t remember. I’m still hooked on Tucker. He’s also been watching Batman, Petticoat Junction and Combat (I think he’s seen all of Sea Hunt). Last night we watched “Hazel”. Did you ever watch it? Talk about a great woman behind the man! That woman could outsmart anyone. We watched as she calmly negotiated a former suitor and another friend who had both become clients of her lawyer employer, “Mr. B”. Both thought she was serving the other’s favorite meal and so neither would sign an important contract. She took each aside and explained slyly that neither got their favorite, but she let them think it was and instead served her favorite Sunday meal like her mom used to make. THAT brought a smile to both faces until it was time for dessert. A big piece of apple pie with a slab of American cheese. Who knew? I’ve never heard of that one. Give it a watch sometime if only for Hazel’s quick wit. And the next episode was about how she and Mr. B went to Washington on business and were gifted an American flag. She finagles to get a 30 foot flagpole in front of the house. In the meantime she explains to the little boy about what it represents. That was refreshing! And then there was the disposable frying Pan episode…
It’s only 30* today and it’s damp. It has been raining for the past few days. The weather always seems to take a turn for the worst after we shear. I think I forgot to mention that it snowed on Saturday. (Picture below). Time for some warm weather!
I’ve been organizing my fiber studio for the last few days. It dawned on me that even though there are several processes that I can’t do (yet!), I have the space, ability and time (now that I’ve quit MacKid and am pretty much in hibernation) what the heck else do I have to do but play with fiber! So, I’ve been blowing, when I can outside, and washing inside, all of our sheared fiber in preparation for spinning. I’ve been busy and it’s actually gotten a spark going that has been missing for a long time!
This dye pot is inspired by my morning view and my redbud tree with the bright spring green and dark tree bark. I love to dye fiber. I took classes with Natalie Redding a few years ago and learned so much and have pulled out my notes and am searching my computer for the class videos. One thing leads to another though and I found myself cleaning out my computer files too. Who knows what I deleted!
Bink has blossomed as a new mom. She works full time as a nurse/ trainer and then additional hours as a nurse in the OB ward at St. Clair Hospital.
Cooper’s buddies! Before I get sidetracked, I want to mention that we had a wonderful Mother’s Day brunch after church at our favorite family gathering place, Pike Run. It’s been in Jay’s family since the 40s and is a place where he and his sisters still gather our families together. Every family needs a place like that. I wish mine had one! We celebrated without a few key people (like Jack and Madison, but will see them soon-they are visiting her family now) and some of the sisters and kids, but it was still fun. This lovely new mom ( in the first photo) and her bundle of joy reminded us of the challenges we faced as young moms and she is a wonderful mom! Here was our view on the way home yesterday. It seemed much more foggy in person.
Could the sun actually be peaking out! Let’s hope!
Today I’m getting back to organizing and dyeing. I have to run out and get more vinegar. That sets the dye. Normally Jay would be not so happy with the house smelling like vinegar, but I think he’s just so glad that I’m getting back to fiber that he’ll take it. I can’t smell a thing yet. Doesn’t bother me! I unearthed this box of china from Jay’s parents that has been in our basement since we did the big division between his sisters. 32 boxes of china landed in our basement after his father’s death and eventually was divided between the five of them. We still had a few boxes to unpack and wash up and put away. This was one box. There might be one more, but I think this is it. They are mismatched, but sweet because they are so tiny. I love the little feet! Maybe I’ll have my coffee in one today. Madison? I’m coming across lots of treasures in my clean up.
The alpacas are still hunkered together in the barn. That’s where I’d be if I was an alpaca.
In the meantime, remember to wash your hands, don’t touch your face, stay home but if you MUST go out, wear a mask and keep the length of an alpaca cria (which is a baby alpaca and about 3 feet long) between you and the next person.
Have a blessed day!