January 02, 2006
Back to Reality
Hello to you, dear reader. I am back to my mostly normal life here in the Grande Twinne Citties, having returned from that strange country known as Virginia. It is a mystical land of temporal abnormalites and historical rifts. I am talking, of course, about Colonial Williamsburg. We visit this place sometimes. Mostly for the delicious taverns. Not, let it be known, for a Real and Accurate History Lesson, which would be hard to come by regardless of what the ads say. One of the interpreters was trying to suggest that slavery wasn't really all that bad a deal. It was totally weird and creepy and sleazy and embarrasing. Afterwards, my mother and I were like "where do we sign up?!" Very strange. In general the place is amusing, though, in the same way that Ren Fest is: costumes and fake accents and the illusion of some kind of verisimilitude. Also, the food is good. Crafts, too. The guy below was making some kind of support for a cart wheel. Entertaining anachronism at its very best.
After a while though, things get kind of crazy and after seeing one too many Colonial Reenactors doing their thing, the family got a bit loopy.
Sheepies.
I received much wool for spinning over this xmas holiday as well as some of those silk hankies mentioned in the Knitty article. Also, my dad made me a swift! The ruffle sweater is turning out to be a fiasco. I am just going to cut the ruffle off and bind off. That may make the sweater salvageable. The Greater Mossdog Sweater for J is just about perfect. Except for the fact that I haven't got quite enough yarn for J's fantastically long extendo-arms. Looks like I will have to order some more in addition to some new double points. Aw, shucks. Sweater pix tomorrow.
I also got to make a bunch of new jewelry, this time with garnets and turquoise and obsidian and the like. Great fun. I made a necklace and earring set of carnelian, obsidian, and red jasper for my mom. She always looks kind of frazzled in pictures and would most likely rather be doing something else, but I forced her to stand still for this one:
The apt is a mess and I'm sure that I should be doing something productive about that. My parents' house is so new a clean that I feel like I live in a hovel whenever I return. Maybe tomorrow.
Happy New Year to all...
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