Deaths Come in Threes
If you're one of those folks that believes that deaths come in multiples of three, the cycle was unfortunately completed with Heath Ledger's recent death.
Fond Memories of All
Having grown up with the Brady's and the great character of Sam the butcher, played by Allan Melvin and also having enjoyed the talents of both Brad Renfro and Heath Ledger, I am sad to see them all go.
I'm starting to slow down a little in the rate of completed rounds on the red lace tea cloth.
Not because I'm working on it less, but because there are more and more stitches in each round. I'm halfway through round 97...the finished cloth has something like 169 rounds, so I still have a lot of lace to knit.
I finished spinning the last color (red) of the first tussah/cashmere roving and started in on the second one.
I am trying to get this spinning project finished before my first installment of the Black Bunny Fiber club comes in so I can get to that quickly.
Fiberqat writes, "Have you considered being a guest podcaster for another podcast? Franklin has done it and can give you info on that. I would go that way first to see if it's something you want to do."
A few comments about this. First, I know Franklin, and I'm no Franklin...as such, no one has ever asked me to guest podcast for them. Second, even if someone did, I can't understand why I wouldn't do my own podcast, since the effort (which seems huge to me) would be the same to create the materials and record my own, or someone else's podcast. Finally, the only reason I would even consider creating my own podcast was because of the brief experience I had recording for Guido/ItsAPurlMan.
Anne Marie in Philly writes, "I cannot listen cause I don't have an MP3. old fart, that's me."
I could have written the same sentence not too long ago. I don't have an MP3 player and I am an old fart. However, I found out a little while ago that an MP3 player isn't necessary to listen to podcasts. Or more accurately, I found out that my computer is, in fact, an MP3 player. I know...sometimes I'm a little slow.
Finally, Barb B. writes, "What?? No high tea for me if I make it over there on a Sunday?"
Okay, if Barb ever makes it to my neck of the woods on a Sunday afternoon, I will be glad to host a high tea. I'll just have to find a web resource on what exactly a high tea is.