Hmmmm…

Here it is – the thing I finished today and have to mail. It looks absolutely nothing like the photo anymore – which is why I say again, felting is an art rather than a science. It can also be a big fat surprise – ‘nough said.

It is raining yarn here at Chez Alpaca. Two big boxes just arrived from Caron – one for a sweater, one for the afghan project. I am hungrily awaiting boxes from Mission Falls, Cascade, Plymouth and SWTC – most of which will get sent out to contract crocheters soon after it gets here. I promise a photo if all 150 skeins arrive at once…

This week I have the ASJA conference on Friday and Saturday, and the Kid has a dance thing on Sunday. I love going to the ASJA conference – I get to see a lot of friends that I only really see once a year, and spend some time talking about writing without sounding like a pretentious snob. There is only so much talking about sentence structure that one can do with non-writers before their eyes start to glaze over.

Today I indulged in my most favorite and least favorite parts of preparing for the conference – I will leave you to guess which is which. I hunted down copies of magazines whose editors I expect to meet with on Friday, and I started trying to figure out what I want to wear. One of the great things about being a writer is that no one can see what I am wearing as I work – a blessing for both of us, I can tell you. When I am doing knitting book signings it’s easy – throw on something basic and top with a Clapotis and I am pretty well covered for any situation. But for things like this weekend, I want to look business-like and professional, yet not like I have stuffed myself into a monkey suit that is trotted out but once a year. So far I have settled on a nice jacket. Due to the current cash flow imbalance (it is all flowing out rather than it), everything else needs to be chosen from the depths of the closet.

After I move a bunch of yarn…