I miss sleeping in a tent, even if it is in the garage loft. I do have to say I did not help to fell one tree this time. Or stack a log. I am the champion log stacker. No gravel moving or building a driveway by hand. Yes, that is me. No building building. I was a slug. I sat in my new rocking chair in the loft and spun. Baked a couple loafs of bread. Watched Koda Bear play in the dirt and swim in the lake. Slug.
I spun on my new Turkish drop spindles. There are actually two styles there. The old and the new. All handmade by Joel Grinstead. The new style spins forever. It is a joy. Now, if I can just not feel the urge to buy more spindles!
Or fiber: alpaca blended with silk and cashmere. All so soft. I am thinking about trying to make a forever shawl with a a shell pattern instead of single crochet. I will just have to see what I think. But I am tempted to make a sweater based on a store bought one I have. I will just have to see because I cannot decide.