The Northern California Angora Guild has a great blog! Check out their posts on Peg Weaving and Stick Weaving. They also have pictures of cute angora rabbits.
What’s your favorite thing to do with fiber?
Stop Eating My Hair
January 30, 2009 By
Our friends, Cheryl and Andy Bowen of Humming Star Alpacas come over to visit their alpacas often. This is Cheryl and her first cria, Moonshadow. Moonshadow is a super friendly alpaca and he loves when the Bowens come to see him.
Cheryl is wondering what Moonshadow is doing.
The little rascal is eating her hair. Not really, she left with a full head of hair intact. He’s just playing with her. No hair was lost in the filming of this visit.
Alpacas really are fun. They add so much joy to our lives!
A month or so later, I mentioned to Jeremy that one of our alpacas, Lyra, had a tuft of hair missing from her topknot (the fleece on top of her head). We chalked it up to a stress break in her fiber.
During the Bowen’s next visit, I was telling them about Lyra’s hair loss when Moonshadow walked into the barn with a tuft of fawn fleece in his mouth. He looked like he had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
Things that make you go hmmm…
Leave a comment and tell us the funny things your animals do.
Move over Hillary
January 29, 2009 By
One of my daughters is a force of nature. A sweet, charming force. This child was born with an unwavering confidence that can only be described as innate. She was laid in the cradle with it.
A cross between Martha Stewart and General Patton, with a dash of Hillary Clinton thrown in, this little girl is a true Steel Magnolia. When she was 4, our family was on a road trip. She kept asking how much longer until we got there. Finally, her exasperated father blew up and told her that if she didn’t stop asking him that he was going to pull over to the side of the road and she would have to get out. You know how intimidating it can be when you’re a kid and your Dad is really mad at you.
My daughter just sighed, unconcerned and said, “Okay,…but I will be following you.”
Though she is one of our youngest, she is a born leader. One day while waiting for the bus, she told all the kids to line up behind her. She would lead the way as they all got onto the bus. Imagine my surprise when they did! She’s in kindergarten.
Good thing she is a sweet kid. One of her preschool teachers told us that she was the most loving child she had ever met. Also one of the most powerful. As long as she can harness those powers for good…
Last night while watching American Idol, she turned to me and said, “If I sang for them and they didn’t pick me, I wouldn’t cry.” She’s not full of bravado. She just wouldn’t cry. Unphased, she would probably tell them, “Okay,…but I will be a star.” Then she would leave. With dignity and her quiet confidence, knowing that she would still rule the world. As a matter of fact, she has mentioned that her dream job is to be the President of the World.
Side note: Have you ever noticed how old people in hospitals need an advocate to help with requests, follow-ups, and get questions answered? Basically someone to stay on top of their treatment. Nurses and doctors are busy, and without a good advocate patient needs can slip through the cracks.
As I get older, I find comfort in the knowledge that when that’s me, lying there in the hospital bed…
I know exactly who I want to send to the nurses’ station.
