A woolly week here.

This week, I have been working with wool. Lots of wool. I made a lot of dryer balls. Some of the wool I dyed turned into dryer balls. And some white wool too. As I was going through some of the wool, I was seeing really nice locks. From Amarrillo and even Adalaide. Then I went through a whole tote of Darla's wool from last year and got a lot more of really long locks from her. So had a nice basket full of good locks.

                                This is the basket full of beautiful locks. They are so soft and pretty.

                       
                      Some of the locks being combed into top. It's so soft and pretty like this.

This is a little bird nest all ready to spin into beautiful fluffy yarn. I'm still spinning alpaca, but will take some of this to the market with me to spin this afternoon. Do something different.
               

58 summers

So 58 summers are behind me now. I've started thinking things like this. My 58th August. My 58th Labor Day. Or anything like this. I never did before. I am 58 years old and I was born in 1958. I think that's just amazing! How many people can say they are the same age as their birth year? Probably thousands of people who were born in 1958.

So here I go into my 58th fall. My 58th winter. My 58th Thanksgiving. My 58th Christmas... It feels different for sure. I've never been 58 before, so it's all new to me. But I'm looking at things in a whole new way. I like it.

Happy fall, y'all! I hope it's your best 30th. Or 50th. Or even 58th. Have a good one! Make it count!

Last day of summer.

(Cameron was fascinated by my feet!)

Hanging out in the pasture with the sheep and alpacas this last full day of summer. It's a beautiful thing. Sheep munching grass. Birds chirping. Insects doing their thing. Seems like it's been a really long summer to me. Long and very hot and dry.

What are y'all doing this evening?