When last heard from
We were up to our ankles in melting snow and the new drive was still impassable without chains. Happily, the neighbors had not yet torn up the old road so we could get the loaded van down the hill last week to go to SF for the book fair. We came home to clear roads and a week of sunshine but there are still heaps of grimy snow scattered around town and less grimy patches in the fields, even though it got up to 70 degrees on Tuesday. :: shrugs in helpless confusion::
The bookfair was mostly of the good, with a number of regular customers coming by to visit and spend money and some gorgeous temptations in other dealers' booths. I would have said unalloyed success except for the little incident of the food poisoning Saturday night that kept me in and out of the bathroom at 45 minute intervals. Once the system was emptied of the ick, it was okay but working the fair on no sleep or food is not my idea of a good time. There was much whimpering.
Temptation not resisted included the most gorgeous watercolors by Heidi Holder; B and I bought ourselves one from this book as our Valentine's present to each other (actually, that's how i justified it later...we're not big on V-Day in general). In fact, as a romantic holiday, it was pretty much down the tubes when B woke up hacking and wheezing and spent the day huddled under blankets and quaffing medications for a "cold in the nose and some more for a cold in the head." Fortunately, we're taking turns being sick.
We've unloaded and partially reloaded the van with repacked books for next weekend's bookfair (yes, already) when we're back down to SF for the comic book convention, which of course calls for rather different stock than the antiquarian book and paper fair.
In other news, I don't want to process the books that are piled all over my office, I want to tend to my knitting. Currently on the needles Ii have a pullover for B (handpainted wool from Mountain Colors in a blue/maroon range) a second sock for daughter A (my second pair of socks ever) in the Wood Elf colors from Enchanted Knolls Farms via Etsy (I blame it all on
harmonyfb the enabler), an off-white alpaca guernsey pullover for me (it goes so fast when you're knitting on size 7 instead of 2! I did almost nine inches of the back last night in front of random television) and languishing in the background the silk-wool Viking pattern from hell previous mentioned in these pages. I have three more skeins of gorgeous sock yarn from Enchanted Knolls and a fistful from Mountain Colors awaiting attention, and then I ran across some old balls of cashmere left over from a long ago sweater that would make some lovely socks for Brother W, his partner and the Aged P. Socks really are easy...who would have guessed?
Compulsive, much? (Oh, and the colors don't show properly at all, since I had to artificially brighten my incredibly dark photo). Still...::points proudly:: socks!
The bookfair was mostly of the good, with a number of regular customers coming by to visit and spend money and some gorgeous temptations in other dealers' booths. I would have said unalloyed success except for the little incident of the food poisoning Saturday night that kept me in and out of the bathroom at 45 minute intervals. Once the system was emptied of the ick, it was okay but working the fair on no sleep or food is not my idea of a good time. There was much whimpering.
Temptation not resisted included the most gorgeous watercolors by Heidi Holder; B and I bought ourselves one from this book as our Valentine's present to each other (actually, that's how i justified it later...we're not big on V-Day in general). In fact, as a romantic holiday, it was pretty much down the tubes when B woke up hacking and wheezing and spent the day huddled under blankets and quaffing medications for a "cold in the nose and some more for a cold in the head." Fortunately, we're taking turns being sick.
We've unloaded and partially reloaded the van with repacked books for next weekend's bookfair (yes, already) when we're back down to SF for the comic book convention, which of course calls for rather different stock than the antiquarian book and paper fair.
In other news, I don't want to process the books that are piled all over my office, I want to tend to my knitting. Currently on the needles Ii have a pullover for B (handpainted wool from Mountain Colors in a blue/maroon range) a second sock for daughter A (my second pair of socks ever) in the Wood Elf colors from Enchanted Knolls Farms via Etsy (I blame it all on
harmonyfb the enabler), an off-white alpaca guernsey pullover for me (it goes so fast when you're knitting on size 7 instead of 2! I did almost nine inches of the back last night in front of random television) and languishing in the background the silk-wool Viking pattern from hell previous mentioned in these pages. I have three more skeins of gorgeous sock yarn from Enchanted Knolls and a fistful from Mountain Colors awaiting attention, and then I ran across some old balls of cashmere left over from a long ago sweater that would make some lovely socks for Brother W, his partner and the Aged P. Socks really are easy...who would have guessed?
Compulsive, much? (Oh, and the colors don't show properly at all, since I had to artificially brighten my incredibly dark photo). Still...::points proudly:: socks!