Hey - remember SPA? Remember how I promised pictures of the haul? Don't you just love how we drag crap out here at Chez Obsession?
First up - One pound of this:
It was part of a two pound bag that Ms. Blues and I split. I know. Can you believe I let her live to walk away with any of this at all, let alone another whole pound? It was a near thing, let me tell you, and a testament to what a lovely woman she is that she wasn't pounced upon and beaten until she cried uncle and handed over the whole bag..
Then it was mostly just bits-o-this and bits-o-that:
Thrummed mitten kit in 'Nova Scotia' for the husband. I have finally concluded that the only way to keep the him from dying of exposure is to protect his vulnerable extremeties, and it just doesn't get any better than thrummed mittens to keep out the chill. Except maybe for this, which may well be my ace-in-the-hole in the great annual 'battle of the thermostat' in our house. Now, there are those of you out there that have JUST made an indecent jump in your minds about other items that could be thrummed to protect extremities, aren't there? You know who you are.
Ah.....Sangria. I may not be able to drink it right now, but I can spin it. Merino\silk blend. Heart-stoppingly beautiful, especially on the requisite new member of the family:
Kundert spindle in Walnut, Bird's Eye Maple, and Ironwood. Me likee. A lot. It's my new spindle boyfriend. Joined in this shot, BTW, with one of Judy's new wrist distaffs, er..distaves? How does that work? Anyway, I got all 'Dear-in-the-headlights' in the beauty that was the booth shared by Judy and Kim, and everytime I walked over there to buy anything, I kept getting all frustrated about what I should get, so I compromised and got a distaff to save myself the trauma of trying to choose between a booth full of yarns that ALL needed to go home with me. If you don't yet know about either Judy or Kim's astonishingly gorgeous hand-dyed yarns, go now. Quickly. Before I change my mind and take down the links.
And then there's Grafton Fibers. I'm sure I don't even have to talk about the amazing stuff that comes out of her studio, but know that I'm such a sucker for it that I am restricted to ONE batt per event. ONE. It is a strictly controlled thing that is allowed no exceptions, lest it get out of hand. So which one batt did I get at SPA?
Yeah. That's right. There are, or WERE, two of them. I did, I got TWO batts. I'm sorry S., I was weak. And it DID almost lead to disaster, because at one point there were SIX of them in my arms. Yet another close call in the world of stash management and self-discipline.