Aquarius: The wheels of circumstance are spinning on their own right now, and you’re just going to go along for the ride, whether you want to or not. You may feel somewhat out of sync with what you are doing. Even if you kick and scream and say you don’t want to go, it’s too late. You’re already involved. You might as well save your energy and make the best of what is happening.

How can the stars know that my wheel has been spinning??

And of course, the tragic circumstance of my nail polish encounter proves that I have been out of sync.

small confession: I have been kicking and screaming.

This stuff is like magic!

My sweet Boar made a niddy-noddy! I am celebrating having finished my first two hand spun bobbins and a third one on the wheel! I have to learn how to put the yarn from the bobbins onto the niddy noddy, there is a technique and I need to read up.

I am still practicing on this brown fiber — I bought it so long ago, I can’t remember what it is!! …. Coriedale? I also bought some hand dyed roving and am anxious to get through with the practice stuff.

Patience!

Went to a great meeting of LI Knits last night. It was pulled together by none other than Melissa! Lots of fun and interesting women and Ricki, the Spinning Guild’s president was there too. So the talk turned to spinning and Ricki mentioned that she counts the number of treadles per draw. Since I don’t know what I’m doing and am open to any suggestion, I gave that a try today and believe it has helped. We shall see.

In the meantime — the poncho sits in my bag – nearly done. And Banff is in need of seaming and a neck.

so close and yet so far.

I have a good friend named Carmel. We have known each other since the 5th grade.

What I am about to tell you is all her fault.

On one of her visits last year, she gave me a gift certificate for a pedicure. I was reluctant. I had never had a pedicure, and my Protestant nature viewed them with a bit of ….. disdain.

Carmel felt that I deserved some pampering. That doing something for myself would be good for my soul. She had grown weary of my plow-horse mentality.

Who the hell can’t cut their own toenails for-cyring-out-loud? What kind of pampered, self-indulged spoiled brat spends good money on pedicures??!

I knew that if I didn’t use the gift certificate Carmel would never forgive me. Moreover, she would never shut up about it. So off I went.

Thus began my year long love affair with pedicures. God do I love pedicures! I broke off my relationship with my toes and gave it to someone else. I even indulge in the occasional manicure.

I need to digress for a moment to share with you some pictures of things I have painted. Every room in my house has been painted by yours truly. I am not an artist by any stretch of the imagination, but I do have a steady hand and have managed to turn out some respectable efforts:

As I mentioned yesterday, this has been a week of back to school activities. This includes back to school clothes shopping. Combined with horse shows, I have been hemorrhaging $$.

Last night I decided to tackle my toes.

Witness the destruction:

I am not prone to spasms, I was not drunk. I am hard pressed to explain what happened. I was happily painting my toes. Suddenly the bottle was flying out of my hands. In my attempt to grab it, I performed a Jackson Pollack in my kitchen.

I think it may have been the spirits of my nose-to-the-grindstone forebearers …..

I have a good friend named Carmel. We have known each other since the 5th grade.

What I am about to tell you is all her fault.

On one of her visits last year, she gave me a gift certificate for a pedicure. I was reluctant. I had never had a pedicure, and my Protestant nature viewed them with a bit of ….. disdain.

Carmel felt that I deserved some pampering. That doing something for myself would be good for my soul. She had grown weary of my plow-horse mentality.

Who the hell can’t cut their own toenails for-cyring-out-loud? What kind of pampered, self-indulged spoiled brat spends good money on pedicures??!

I knew that if I didn’t use the gift certificate Carmel would never forgive me. Moreover, she would never shut up about it. So off I went.

Thus began my year long love affair with pedicures. God do I love pedicures! I broke off my relationship with my toes and gave it to someone else. I even indulge in the occasional manicure.

I need to digress for a moment to share with you some pictures of things I have painted. Every room in my house has been painted by yours truly. I am not an artist by any stretch of the imagination, but I do have a steady hand and have managed to turn out some respectable efforts:

As I mentioned yesterday, this has been a week of back to school activities. This includes back to school clothes shopping. Combined with horse shows, I have been hemorrhaging $$.

Last night I decided to tackle my toes.

Witness the destruction:

I am not prone to spasms, I was not drunk. I am hard pressed to explain what happened. I was happily painting my toes. Suddenly the bottle was flying out of my hands. In my attempt to grab it, I performed a Jackson Pollack in my kitchen.

I think it may have been the spirits of my nose-to-the-grindstone forebearers …..