Another Stitches Gone By Without Me

In typical Pam fashion, I thought I had LOTS of time to make it to Stitches - and grossly overestimated how much money I’d have to buy all kinds of goodies.  I was also really looking forward to seeing a lot of old friends who I only see at that particular event.

So there I am, sunning myself on the lovely beaches of Malibu (and watching Tillie look at the ocean with total indifference), when it dawned on me that Stitches was a  day away - and I was going to be down in SoCal for another week or so.  Shit - another year went by without attending the event.

Now I’m left to completely destroy my bank account on Etsy, the Loopy Ewe, and sundry and assorted yarn sites.  And destroy it I am...

I’ve come to discover - rather quickly, in fact - that taking up the Russian spindle is even more addicting than knitting commercial yarn.  First, there are the spindles themselves - lovely little works of art that I simply can’t live without.  You need a bowl, and we all know I have a container fetish, so now I have two bowls on hand, one in transit, and one being made.  Of course, to do anything with said spindles and bowls, you need fiber - lots of it.  Not that the paltry amount I do possess will ever be spun in this lifetime, I MUST get more.  Between Tillie shedding, fiber flying all over the place, and more things taking up room I don’t have, this house is ready to cough up a big furball.

Needless to say, I don’t wear black or any dark color.

Healthwise, I’m holding my own.  Since the docs put me on the big boy narcotics, I feel better (read: much less pain), and am getting out to do things around town (which is the size of a cow pie).  I got a Mini Cooper last year and have a blast driving it.  I’ve also gotten involved in doing a lot of test knitting for designers, which keeps me busy, so between that, spinning, acquiring, Phil, etc., my days are no longer hard to fill.

Thank god I bought a robotic vacuum cleaner...