Need to find the spider…..

but I think it’s obvious where this is going.
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                    •••IMAGINE spider here•••

Bird

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Doggie

Goat

Horse

Grave

I’ve been unearthing old boxes of stuff and came upon this flannel
board story I illustrated during my pre-school teaching years. I
must’ve been in my early twenties. I have not drawn or watercolored a
damn thing since . . . looks like it may have been fun.

I have yet to take a pic of my first attempt at spinning. It’s schlumpy but I like it anyway.

I have decided that I am no good at having multiple projects rolling at once. I have had a sweater, a shawl and some socks on the needles for some time and not one of them is close to finished. So, and I know this sounds CRAZY,  I frogged the socks, since I was so not loving the Lorna’s Laces yarn. There. . . now only 2 projects, which is ideal since one requires a bit of concentration and one I could knit in a coma.

I bought Cables Untangled by Melissa Leapman this weekend. I’ve been wanting it for a while and am looking forward to poring over it with a cup of coffee.

Okay, wanna hear something really funny? I somehow was talked into tossing my name in the ring as a write-in candidiate for city council in my small Texas town. Is this is great country or what?

Mom Stowed Securely Under the Seat in Front of Me . . .

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This weekend I was out in LA to visit my sisters and pick up my half of my mother’s ashes and her banjo. While I did fly home with mom, we decided my sister would ship the banjo since it would have been truly cumbersome. We pored over our mother’s old letters, photos and books. It’s hard to not feel like we’re prying into her life a bit, but all we will ever know of her or her life is from these bits of paper, song lyrics, instruments and journals. She kept a lot of journals. Some day when I have a whole bunch of time I’ll tell the story of how we only met her 3 and a half years ago.
It was our own little memorial weekend.

We ate such great meals, shopped for makeup, yarn and laughed and screamed all night as sisters do. . . K’s husband was a good sport.

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Sunday we had a perfectly girl day… brunch, pedicures, cake and yarn.

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I think K deleted her solo pics, so here’s J but no K

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This is what I ate, mmmm… crab hash.

After our pedicures, my toes are silvery, we drove to Knit Cafe before they closed up shop. The shops owner and author of Greetings from Knit Cafe, Suzan Mischer, was at the shop and was super nice and helpful. Love the store decor! I did buy a little BSA Melange in a yummy chocolaty brown and a handful of candy colored Daisy plastic needles. I can never seem to find them in smaller sizes so I bought one of each. Sometimes I just love they way they feel.

J bought yarn and some needles…K bought a beautiful crochet book… I think it may be this one… I can’t recall. It was fun to hang out knitting with J while K beaded a necklace for me out of the beads I picked out.

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After stopping into Knit Cafe we strolled across the street to Sweet Lady Jane for its famous Triple Berry Cake and a pot of mint tea.

My flight back to Austin was full of guitars, tattoos and piercings, which is typically Austin but everyone was flying in for SXSW . The airport here was packed when I arrived home. Listening to all
the musicians talk about all the places they were going to go eat and shop made me feel proud of
Austin.

The magazine’s offices are at a downtown hotel. I wasn’t here yesterday but R.E.M was spotted downstairs eating lunch at the hotel restaurant. Most everyone’s on Spring Break, it’s 75º outside and I can hear music from the streets from 16 floors up. I think I need to go take a walk outside and get some coffee. I’ll let you know what I see.

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