I thought I would share a photo of the Brush Barn where our spinning guild meetings are held.  It is a historic building teeming with charm and it has been decorated for the holidays.  The barn sits behind the Epenetus Smith Tavern.

Wednesday’s meeting was a ‘spin in’.  Usually our guild meetings have a topic that is discussed or demonstrated.  With the holidays coming up, the agenda was no agenda.  Just a chance to sit and spin!  I of course arrived with everything except my roving!  ergh. Melissa egged me encouraged me to buy some Rose Gray Alpaca that was for purchase.  A member named Tabitha raises alpacas and llamas and often brings along some fiber for sale.  We were encouraging her to start an adoption program, much like the one Harlot had posted the other day — you would ‘adopt’ one of the animals for a certain fee and at the end of the year you would have their fleece!  If anything comes of this, I will be sure to let you know.

five minutes later:  As I am typing this entry, I am locked in the computer room/office.  Mr. Poe is in here with me and he is running amok.  Despite the various chew toys on the floor, he is most interested in my toes and electrical cords.

I get so involved with persevering through his antics in order to have some computer time, that I completely forget about the rice cooking on the stove!  Now the house is filled with the smell of burnt rice and the stove is a friggin mess.  Why am I cooking rice?   Is it for my own dinner?  No, Mo has had an upset stomach (read: puking everywhere).

So here I am blathering on and on about spinning and the charm of our historic building while puppies are drawing blood, other pooches are puking and the house is filling with smoke. 

That my friends, is my real life.

I thought I would share a photo of the Brush Barn where our spinning guild meetings are held.  It is a historic building teeming with charm and it has been decorated for the holidays.  The barn sits behind the Epenetus Smith Tavern.

Wednesday’s meeting was a ‘spin in’.  Usually our guild meetings have a topic that is discussed or demonstrated.  With the holidays coming up, the agenda was no agenda.  Just a chance to sit and spin!  I of course arrived with everything except my roving!  ergh. Melissa egged me encouraged me to buy some Rose Gray Alpaca that was for purchase.  A member named Tabitha raises alpacas and llamas and often brings along some fiber for sale.  We were encouraging her to start an adoption program, much like the one Harlot had posted the other day — you would ‘adopt’ one of the animals for a certain fee and at the end of the year you would have their fleece!  If anything comes of this, I will be sure to let you know.

five minutes later:  As I am typing this entry, I am locked in the computer room/office.  Mr. Poe is in here with me and he is running amok.  Despite the various chew toys on the floor, he is most interested in my toes and electrical cords.

I get so involved with persevering through his antics in order to have some computer time, that I completely forget about the rice cooking on the stove!  Now the house is filled with the smell of burnt rice and the stove is a friggin mess.  Why am I cooking rice?   Is it for my own dinner?  No, Mo has had an upset stomach (read: puking everywhere).

So here I am blathering on and on about spinning and the charm of our historic building while puppies are drawing blood, other pooches are puking and the house is filling with smoke. 

That my friends, is my real life.

Karen Walker – from Will & Grace

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The title of this post may be misleading.  As I have already explained, I don’t really understand poker.

I am vacuuming away in the girls’ rooms, marveling at their collective ability to live in filth and squalor.  If it were not for the opulence of their possessions and furniture, one might feel they were in Calcutta. 

Yes, I left Mr. Poe unattended.

No, it would appear I have not learned my lesson.

I emerge from the bedroom area to discover this in the den.

what could be wrong with this picture?  Isn’t he the most adorable thing? Have you ever seen anything so cute — and he’s napping, isn’t that precious?? 

I have provided a clue in this game of Spot the Mayhem caused by the Baby Pet Holiday Edition:

What are they?

Hand knit Angora Christmas Bells.

Who made them?

My Grandmother (who, by the way is deceased)

Fortunately for Mr. Edgrrr, he only managed to mank up the ribbon.  Otherwise he might be joining her.

note: I realize that Vicki is still in the lead, having actually had an heirloom destroyed — but Edgrrr has certainly put up a good fight.