Yesterday's classes were fantastic, the Fiber Festival was wonderful, I bought a gorgeous little Greensleeves spindle, and we celebrated my niece's 30th birthday. Today we drove 750 miles, saw funnel clouds forming in Illinois, and I learned how to spindle ply yarn in a moving vehicle. But you'll have to wait until tomorrow for details and pictures because it turns out that riding 750 miles in a single day is about 200 more than my mind and body can absorb. I'm in Sioux Falls and I plan to collapse very soon. But I'll be home fairly early tomorrow, and I promise to give you the whole scoop soon.
In the meantime- where's the vodka and Kahlua?