Ahem, wrong momma. That’s a pig, honey. You need the milk from your mama goat. Kids. They are beyond cute to me. They were at a little honey/produce stand in a nearby town. We stopped to get some local honey.
We were headed to a Little Yarn shop that I wont mention the name of. It was supposed to be open at 9. It was 9:45 and the sign on the door read, BE BACK AT 9! We went to another shop that used to carry yarn but only carries quilting supplies now.
I am used to shops being prompt, open on time and clear about their contents. I wonder if I will become a more frequent mail order customer. I hate to see yarn shops suffer, but they simply cannot compete if they are not customer driven.
On a happier note, the nursing home that received the Twiddle Mitts sent me photos of their residents enjoying them. I am trying to download the video they sent me. It makes me cry
I can’t dowload the video without upgrading. But imagine, my dear pals, this woman’s wise hands, as she moves across the mitt and picks and touches it over and over. I am overwhelmed by this and by all of you who sent mitts. If you wish to send another go right ahead! If you already have, I thank you. Im having a little drawing for a prized for all of you who have donated your yarn, your time, you love. I’ll draw in August. A pictures worth a thousand words, yes? yes.