Two sisters, two urban gardens, and a question: How much of our families' food can we produce ourselves?
Moving toward sustainability on urban farms
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
So much fun I had to do it again
As our littlest one would say, "Of course I want to play Sorry again. It's so much fun!" (So we do, as often as we can.)
Which is how I felt tonight about spinning. My wheel stays idle for months and then I remember that I love this.
As I noted, I love it more without the brightest yellow bits. Sometimes I wonder if I have very strange reactions to colors, because I'm pretty much all about single-color yarns, although I love colorwork. Oh well, unless I'm going to start dyeing or get a drum carder, I'm not going to worry about it.
Worrying about aging has become something of a hobby for me, though. Currently, I'm annoyed that I have something I consider a serious Old Lady problem. One of my heels has cracked in the dry weather: Nothing like slathering coconut oil on a foot before bed to make me feel the miles. . .