tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4149536.post-4284327903130901022008-07-20T06:19:00.004-04:002008-07-20T07:10:27.895-04:00<div>Proof of life</div><div> </div><div><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6QPJz5Vo5c/SIMSDqP7D2I/AAAAAAAABpI/M_ytDY0Hqjg/s1600-h/IMG_5304.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225039846769889122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6QPJz5Vo5c/SIMSDqP7D2I/AAAAAAAABpI/M_ytDY0Hqjg/s200/IMG_5304.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div> </div><div>and guests</div><div> </div><div><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_C6QPJz5Vo5c/SIMSD1KfOkI/AAAAAAAABpQ/m456Y9yYZIs/s1600-h/IMG_5293.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225039849699883586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_C6QPJz5Vo5c/SIMSD1KfOkI/AAAAAAAABpQ/m456Y9yYZIs/s200/IMG_5293.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div><br />and </div><div><br />Proof of real fiber activity, though it's mighty little. </div><div><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_C6QPJz5Vo5c/SIMaA8BMTeI/AAAAAAAABp4/qyAPTj48peo/s1600-h/IMG_5373.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225048596093357538" style="CURSOR: hand" height="332" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_C6QPJz5Vo5c/SIMaA8BMTeI/AAAAAAAABp4/qyAPTj48peo/s400/IMG_5373.JPG" width="228" border="0" /></a></div><div> </div><div>This is the beautiful alpaca/silk blend I have been nattering on about. I have another spindle full and will start the second one this week (she says – who knows what this week will hold). I have another bag full of this stuff too so if I'm lucky I'll get 600 yards out of it. Certainly enough for a small shawl – or maybe lace scarf and gloves? Hmmm. Or lace stockings? Oh my yes, over the knee lace stockings. Hadn't thought of that before but wouldn't it be lovely?</div><div></div><div>Christmas socks are stalled – can't find #2 needles and haven't ordered any yet. Not too happy with the limp yarn either – it's KnitPicks tweed. It's pretty but unsatisfying to knit. I guess I better learn my lesson with their sock yarn. I don't like it. </div><div></div><div>And here is a great shot of MrJamestown <a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_C6QPJz5Vo5c/SIMSEIfaUdI/AAAAAAAABpY/QHr3fpFer3o/s1600-h/IMG_5344.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225039854887915986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_C6QPJz5Vo5c/SIMSEIfaUdI/AAAAAAAABpY/QHr3fpFer3o/s200/IMG_5344.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div> </div><div>watching </div><div> </div><div><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_C6QPJz5Vo5c/SIMSXd8pbHI/AAAAAAAABpo/ncnqHjw3It8/s1600-h/IMG_5362.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225040187065199730" style="CURSOR: hand" height="205" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_C6QPJz5Vo5c/SIMSXd8pbHI/AAAAAAAABpo/ncnqHjw3It8/s400/IMG_5362.JPG" width="242" border="0" /></a></div><div> </div><div>a reenactment of John Smith being stung by a Stingray on the north point of the mouth of the Piankatank River – thus giving that bulge of sand and pine forest the name Stingray Point. </div><div><br />HotHotHotHotHot down here leaves one literarily uninspired – but I am dabbling with <a href="http://www.bookbrowse.com/reviews/index.cfm?book_number=1589">The Historian </a>– Vampire novel – had no idea that was what it was about – and the author leaves me singularly un-horrified, I am pretty sure I've already figured out the plot, but I'm just curious enough to keep on reading a while. I have other options in the house, though, and if I don't get a thrill soon, I'll set it aside and pick up Italian Detectives instead. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer">#blogfeeds { [insert formatting here] } #postfeeds { [insert formatting here] }</div>Besshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11901307312357888855noreply@blogger.com