I love it here. I’m a woman who likes cold weather, and I LOVE chilly Summer evenings and sleep-with-the-windows-open nights. I love Minnesota. And, being a Virgo, I love home. Being home is better than anything else to me (and I do love travel!) so this is a very special time – I know I’ll…
New colors, new inspirations and ESPECIALLY new ways of dyeing yarn is on the horizon. We hesitate to offer the newest items online because my personal preference is to only sell things online that I know I can duplicate (for future, follow-up orders) So in order to see our latest colors and dye methods, catch us at the fiber shows.
Amsterdam was a VERY necessary trip for many reasons, not least of which to celebrate LIFE together, and the 7th anniversary of Gerry’s Multiple Myeloma diagnosis
Gerry and I are embarking on something we haven’t done in over 17 years – a trip alone together.
I’ve been experimenting with different ride lengths, riding at different times of day, in different temperatures, and it seems that riding between 10-20 miles on a 70-85F degree day is best for me if I want to try to control my pain levels (Yesterday I rode 30 miles, and discovered that it might be a bit far for me).
It’s been a crazy, pain-filled few days and I don’t know why. I’ve been living a relatively clean life; no gluten, biking as much as I can (in the heat), keeping the sweets & dairy to a minimum. But the pain has been rather intense. I’m beginning to wonder if one of the triggers for…
Today we pack up to head up to a friend’s lake house for the weekend. Lucky, lucky us! We’re SO looking forward to it, and it gives Gerry, Max and myself a chance to enjoy some MN ‘wilderness’ while Hannah’s up at Camp Menogyn doing her wild-girl thing! The thing about traveling these days is…
I’ll be signing books on Sunday at noon at Shepherd’s Harvest, I’ll have several of my books, including my newest (History on Two Needles) and I’ll be able to take credit cards (but hugs are just as good!)
A deep, broad river of apprehension runs through my life, fed by tributaries of dread, terror and panic.
I knew we were in trouble when the first passenger I introduced myself to on this ‘Three Hour Tour’ was a woman named “Ginger.” Yes, seriously.