Just imagine, three pounds of merino/tussah silk roving from the Sheep Shed, sitting right there in my closet since Rhinebeck, and I never saw it . . .

Don’t believe me?

Well, all right. I technically knew it was there. (I’m not blind, after all, and my closet’s really not all that crowded or messy.) But–it’s that selective amnesia thing.

I bought it for my birthday, and refused to let myself spin it, touch it, or even look at it (much) until now. Okay, sure my birthday’s not until tomorrow, but . . . close enough to at least pull it out and admire, don’t you think? I’m just glad I got that burgandy roving done in time to free up my Lendrum. Now, if only there were something to make that spinning go just a little easier….

Want a close-up? Here you go. Isn’t it pretty? Kind of a silvery purple, with hints of blue and green scattered through. I don’t know what the colorway’s name is. I actually might have preferred a different color–the Autumn, for example, or the Bermuda, but they didn’t have them in roving at their stall while I was there, and this really IS pretty. I’m just a little concerned that, once it’s spun, it won’t be a flattering color for me, and really, I wanted enough for a sweater for me. (Hey, I bought it for my birthday, after all, isn’t that part of the point??) Anyway, pastels and my skin tone don’t usually get along–but here’s hoping.

It’s been a pretty full day, today. I got up at 6:45 (ugh, for a Saturday), and by 8:00 was at the town Rabies Clinic with Chappy and lots of other dogs. Big ones. Small ones. Fat ones. Young ones–including some shorthair pointer puppies that were just SO adorable (but, gracious, did they squeal and carry on when they got their shots! You’d think someone had just cut off their tails!) It was refreshingly warm, though–it got up to 70 today–and that’s such a nice change from shivering while waiting with your dog.

Afterward, Chappy and I drove into the center of town to wait for Mom and my niece. I sat and knitted on my tote bag, while listening to the Harry Potter #2 audio book (and enjoying the chance to sit and listen for more than 10 minutes at a time). When they joined us, we sat outside Starbucks for a while so Chappy could be oohed and aahed over, made a quick trip stop at the grocery store (past a long line of people waiting for flu shots–very deja vu-ish–hadn’t I done that once already?) We watched a movie this afternoon (Ladyhawke, accompanied by knitting on the sleeves for my Union Market Square Pullover). I baked and frosted my cake, and in a little while, we’ll be going out for dinner.

Another picture of that pretty roving–because it’s just that pretty!

Or, a picture of my happy Chappy outside Starbucks-just glad that shot is over and done with for another three years!

Oh, and one other thing–this would have been Muppy–our first dog’s 28th birthday. We got her when I was 11 and she was the first dog for all of us. It was probably a really rough puppyhood for her, but she loved us anyway. Such a sweet dog, she was! And I’d always get a special little glow on her birthday, because it meant that mine was just a day away . . . (grin) Unfortunately, she predated decent camera equipment in our house, so we only have a few, grainy snapshots of her–she really deserved better. She was a beauty. A black-and-tan miniature, wire-haired dachshund, with the prettiest coloring–just about every shade of possible fur was in there somewhere, silver, gold, red, brown–those “tan” sections were just stunning. Happy Birthday, Muppy!

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