What do you know, it's evening. Should I ever post before noon it would be a miracle - or at least a rare event. I think mornings would be more easily handled if they started about 2 pm.
Today my oldest is 21 years old. Wow. He has been out on his own for over 2 years now, but I have seen the biggest changes in him just the past 7 months or so. I do believe he will be a grown - up, and I am very proud of him.
As promised...well, technically I did not promise this but I did say I would try...here are some pics from yesterday's trip to New Salem. The pics came out fine, just have to see if I can make them show up here.
This woman was very gracious about holding up her yarns for us to photograph. She dyed them in the pot over the fire behind her using natural dyes. The red colors come from a bug that Indians dried up and crushed.
Woman demoing a drop spindle
Inside one of the houses - all houses has swifts and winders, spinning wheels, looms, and bunches of yarns
This pic is especially for Jackie - a storm cellar.
Welcome to the Midwest, cyber-twin!
This is what I made on the way to New Salem...being the antsy, ADD sort who cannot keep still:
Isn't it lovely? You are jealous, aren't you? You wish that *you* had such a wonderful rag to wash *your* dishes with, don't you? You will go to bed tonight and be unable to sleep because all you can think about is how much you covet the little blue dishrag.
You want it. You want it.....badly.
You bet you do.