A little nostalgia here. Remember my brains and dredlocks? My very first spinning on a drop spindle. The yellow was at the end of the Shakerag class taught by Lynne, Sandy, and Lori. I am now hearing I-told-you-sos from friends that were in the class with me. For those of you who don't know, Spinnin Skinny is the title of this blog because I really really wanted to learn to spin like everyone else in the class. I am there now and wish I could spin designer yarn on purpose. I have been dying today and I am never satisfied with my results. Everyone else loves my rovings and I just want them to come out like I see them in my mind. Of course I am not right in the head so maybe that is the reason.

Allison is in week 32 and going strong. Her doctor is is amazed that she is doing so well. I guess that the babies are going to come here full term. Or almost Thank you God for taking care of the babies. Poor Jim and Allison were kind of hoping to have Allison come home without the babies so Allisom could recuperate for a while. I don't think that is going to happen. I think that they are coming home with her. I am so scared that they will be born while I am supposed to be in Alabama. I have obligations that I cannot ignore. Stuff happens. I am still going to the reunion/retreat and having a great time.