Getting Ourselves Ready for “The Home.” Bring On The Revolutions.
We will soon be the proud owners of a Mach One spinning wheel.
After a week of complaining about sore ankles (!) Nancy has made enough revolutionary moves that she is committing to becoming an owner. The ankle soreness was from over-spinning or super-circulating the Mach One.
We have a dog or two that loves to eat wooden knitting needles. I’m concerned that they will show their dismay at being alone in the house they will decide to gnaw on the Spinning Wheel of Death if it is handy.
When I suggested this would be a problem, Nancy said she would use the other bedroom as long as she had a TV to watch. This means she would be in one part of the house spinning and I would be in another part computing.
My suggestion was that we clean (read de-clutter) the small room where the desk top computer is and she could sit and spin…
…while I compute. We would be accompanied by four dogs no doubt. Did I mention this room is about 10′ x 10′? But it’s not like either one of use would be moving, except for her feet and my fingers.
I think it would be good preparation for living in “The Home.”
Probably not much of a chance of this happening since de-cluttering isn’t in her genes. I think I could convince her to move it from one room to another.
Now if we only knew a good place to get Irish wool. The Irish knitter in my blogroll gets her wool from Nepal. Go figure.
I’m hoping I will get a nice cardigan and some wool booties to wear at “The Home.”
Either that or it will be CSI: Our House.
Again.
Congrats to Nancy on her new toy. I think it’s cool. I can’t imagine having my laundry caught up, much less spinning my own yarn and actually making things. (Which the kids would just throw up or wipe their noses on, anyway.)
Gretchen’s last blog post..Mad At China.
Laundry no problem, ironing??? never. She just refuses to let me wear wash and wear stuff without touching an iron to them. She does feel it is a reflection on her if I look like a slob.
I’m transitioning from shirt and tie everyday, but she still irons polos, etc.
Your day is coming – but you will be 83.
What’s an ‘iron’?
K8’s last blog post..The post in which K8 slags the knackers