Sepia-toned, no less.
We had a great time. The gig in Eureka was also a blast. A beautiful theater with wonderful acoustics and an even better crowd. This morning was just as good. The radio folks had a change of plans, so we didn't have the added pressure of a live broadcast. Our blues version of Amazing Grace had the new pastor dancing in the pulpit!
Speaking of dancing, Himself is relieved. The Jimmy is up and running again, thanks to a new doomahickey in the stanifran. Forty bucks for parts and a pan of fudge chunk brownies for the labor, plus many thanks to B for getting the job done. Yay!
The blue roving is looking good. Got the firt ball spun up. Not going to get quite the yardage I'd hoped for, but it looks great and has nice drape.
This has been such a great weekend! Did you ever have one of those days that you'd like to live over again and do everything just the same? It's been that kind of a weekend. Lots of fun, plenty of neat people, and more music and knitting than the law allows. After the gospel we played this morning, I was inspired to work up something for the yarnophiles out there. With respect to Knowles Shaw...
Shearing in the morning, shearing wooly fibers,
shearing in the noontime and the dewy eve;
waiting for the fiber and the time of spinning,
we shall come rejoicing, bringing in the sheep.
(refrain)
Bringing in the sheep, bringing in the sheep,
we shall come rejoicing, bringing in the sheep.
Bringing in the sheep, bringing in the sheep,
we shall come rejoicing, bringing in the sheep.
Spinning in the sunshine, spinning in the shadows,
fearing neither slubs nor fuzz to make us sneeze;
by and by the knitting, and the stash expanded,
we shall come rejoicing, beinging in the sheep.
(refrain)
Going forth in garments knitted by a master,
though our stash is strained by finishing the sleeves.
When our knitting's over, patterns bid us welcome,
we shall come rejoicing, bringing in the sheep.
(refrain)
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