How's this for a way to spend an end-of-summer day? We live by this water and can visit it all the time, so of course we only go there a couple of times a summer. Locals. It's terrible to take this huge body of water for granted, isn't it? But we make the most of it when we can get there. You can find Petoskey stones on this beach, when the waves aren't knocking you around. Seriously fun.
I have a picture here of a Webkinz, posing with some spinning that needs to be two-plyed. He felt he wasn't getting any blog time, and was beginning to feel unimportant. Poor little guy. I'm trying to figure out how many yards I get out of two ounces, four ounces, et cetera, of roving. Only my experiment has come to a screeching halt, because, having successfully kept the house clean for an entire week (last week, not this one), I have lost the spinning. I've looked everywhere. Now I've thought back on it, and the last time I remember seeing it was at church, when I was being a maniac about the dishrag tag. Haven't seen it since. I wonder what happened between there and my home? Because I'm pretty sure I brought it out to the car with me, and there was no big bag of spinning and knitting laying on a table when I was at church on Sunday. Seriously, I need a homing device that helps me find things once I clean.
Pretty, no? My mom and I also took a turn at making spindles. (Don't you love that my daughter wanted to try a very small flower pot?) They came out okay for us being newbies, and I'll likely try again. I need more spindles. I've misplaced one.
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