Photo Update

okie dokie...so i tried all day yesterday to put up pics but blogger wouldn't let me, so i'm very delighted that this is working at all...it's like 7am on my birthday...yay!...Timmy called a bit ago and woke me up with birthday wishes and love so i'm up and have eaten some left-over chinese food...love the Lucky 7...so here's the pic of the merino*tencel roving , the color is rockstar...

you can see the sheen of the fiber...it's very lustrous and has a feel more like mohair to work with...the fibers slide over one another more than with wool

and here is the finished two-ply yarn...it's very soft and should have a lovely striping effect between the pink and blue in the one ply with the chocolate alpaca ply consistent all the way through...so yummy!

and here's is a pic of Whiskey Before Breakfast from St. Pat's at Kraftbrau...that's Timmy on the right...the one with the blurry hand...well, i guess he's not the only one with a blurry hand...ok, the one with the drum...

and here's Timmy singin' so nice...

here's my feeble attempt at self-photography at 4:30 in the morning after driving home from K-zoo friday night...i apologize for the poor quality, but you must understand that this was alot of effort at this point in the night...i mean really...you got 4 views and i think one of them is actually not blurry

and because i love my irregular choice shoes i had to get a pic of those too while my feet were looking so cute...so humor me...

now...for a lovely story that startled and entertained me to no end on saturday morning...after photographing my sweater and shoes i went to bed and was so tired so i left my clothes on the bathroom floor to be dealt with the next morning...one of the pieces i left laying there was my bra that has these little tufts of maribou feathers on it...so on saturday morning i go in the bathroom right after i get out of bed and it's all peaceful and calm and then all of a sudden there is this huge ruckuss at the door and this cat arm comes under the door all the way to the armpit and grabs my bra and drags it under the door...the whole thing was so pre-meditated...i blame the feathers...it was like a nature program...that bra never knew what was coming...