Its all springy here, sun shining, and as normal I'm bouncing around, dyeing and drinking tea and trying hard not to eat crap, seems like being 29 is coming 2 days early, and I don't have quite as hollow legs as I had. AHEM, I'm reduced to eating veges and fruit, which is growing on me although I think I might be detoxing a bit, as I have a thick head and mild giddyness. I haven't even had a glass of wine for days, but seriously I can't handle my belly hanging over my jeans one day longer. Not too sure if I'll be able to keep the healthy diet up when I go to Dublin at the weekend for another wooly trip, especially seeing as is paddy's day. Guiness has iron in it doesn't it/
I am officially a dyeing demon. I was up till 11.30 dyeing, some thing just happens to me about 8ish, and I just can't help it, I think about mohair and I just can't resist the pot.
Its a new addition to my range, and I'm calling it 'chuff chuff' This must be said with a slight spanish accent, because carmen one of my best freinds and yarn testers uses so many fantastic verbal descriptions, I just know that she would feel it and say 'chuff chuff' the 'ff' needs to be elongated so a very soft 'f'.
So I'll upload some pics of some 'chuff chuff' once I can find my flipping camera lead, and put some in the shop.