xmas

pluckyfluff — Sun, 10 Dec 2006 05:14:00 +0000

Howdy all! finally just broke down and got a blog so i don’t have to jumble
up the yarn page with notes all the time.

Sorry so few yarns for sale right now. i’m right in the middle off this
honking-ass book and i am prepping, like 400 yarn pics and writing every
technique i know, plus i have to come up with 30+ new patterns for
knit/crochet/weaving. all this with my 10month old biting my knee and my 2.5
year old “helping” by re-arranging all the files into a beautiful pile on
the floor covered with raisens and diaper ointment.

Plus the holidays are here, and since i am completly broke my entire family
will be getting lovely handspun items. i am sure they would rather have a
landsend gift certificate…but, well…it’s just not going to happen. I am
pensive about christmas. the holidays seem to bring out the worst in my
family. i am still getting over thanksgiving.
it wasn’t horrible, but i wouldn’t exactly call it fun either. if it were in
a movie it would have been fun. we spent it 20 miles off the grid in the
nevada desert at my aunt and uncles “outpost”. there were many days of
drinking, knife-weilding and saw playing. several people will be on the
wagon permanently, and a majority of the married couples will be entering
counceling. i don’t know if i can even go into details. my mom called me a
relentless, mechanical dust-supressing machine. ? which, i don’t take
personally. it’s just her way of saying she loves me. my husband thought i
was a medicine ball, picked me up and rushed my cousin pat. then he smashed
wine glasses with his saw bow.(we had an improv band and played the musical
saw). my cousin got so drunk the electric mixer flipped her on her ass when
she tried to make whipped cream. my uncle yelled at his grandson from alaska
in front of everyone for not wanting to sleep in a freezing cold tent in 10
degrees outside in the desert. called him disgraceful. a macho hot shot
skier who was too much of a baby to freeze his ass off. (the kid lives in
fairbanks where it averages 20 below in the winter) my daughter got a
massive splinter and we said we would need to cut it out w/a teeny
needle…she was freaking out. then my uncle the mountain man comes out of
the kitchen with a 12″ deer skinning knife. my daughter thought that was
really funny. she showed it by screaming her head off.
it sounds bad but i do really love them all. they are a freakshow but their
MY freakshow. so…i’m going to buck up and get ready for christmas. and
hopefully i get some yarns done for the site too.