Knock, knock, who’s there?….Oh, Canada Post maam, but you must not be home so we’ll just leave you this note and have you trek over to the post office to carry pounds of yarn in a big giant cardboard box down Granville Street.

Now what the frack…? How can I watch them come to my house, not knock on the door, say they did and leave me a note….Next they will ring my doorbell and I will run outside to step on the bag of flaming poo. I mean really….don’t say I wasn’t home when I was staring at the top of your head writing a note…

‘Nuf said.

What comes in the mail is wondrous and beautiful….orgasmic fibre…. I am really starting to receive supplies in abundance. Now if I can just find the time to process them all. Yes, I occasionally buy commercial yarn…I can’t spin it all.

Pearl and I foraged for supplied today and I found some amazing shell buttons as well which work with just about everything I have recently made. Yippee.

Oh, and on top of everything I have purchased, spun, will spin, Pearl let me have this little gem today…Some experimental carding of her own…I promise to do you proud girl. It’s so soft, it makes me want to put on my jammies and use it as my new pillow.

Joan is coming over tomorrow…Toni is coming over tomorrow, stuff is happening folks. Joan and I are having a project work morning and she is bringing her current WIP’s over to my place. It will keep us both motivated for these last days of inventory building.

One last picture …me. …..This was probably my last carefree day of the season. On the way to the top of Blackcombe with my peeps, not a care in the world.It’s Wednesday, right? I am losing track of the days (daze) but at least I am still able to tell morning from night. I haven’t pulled the marathon knit in at least a week.