I love the rare times the 2 spinning guilds I attend meet on the same weekend, one on Saturday, the other on Sunday. This weekend was one of those times. The Saturday meeting, the more formal of the 2, featured a program on alpaca, the fiber. A good alpaca fleece is a joy, and it blends so nicely with angora. I spent most of the time chatting with a couple folks about bunnies, something I pretty much never get tired of. This REW fella came with me so his new person could bring him home. But chatting meant I didn't do much spinning. I did get alpaca samples, which I took home with me. Once home, I set my fiber bag down in the living room then deposited my left overs from our pot luck in the kitchen. I turned back to my fiber bag and ooops! Kittens luuurve alpaca fiber as much as I do.
Kittens? Oh, yeah, I don't think I mentioned here on the blog I adopted 2 kittens, Angus MacFluffbutt (orange and white boy) and Petunia Puffypants (white with tiger girl), brother and sister. They are 3 months old now and into everything. Sweet, fun, loving, cute... everything we love about kittens. But yeah, that into everything phase. Took them all of about 3 seconds to hone in on the alpaca samples in my bag and drag some out to chew on. I rescued the fiber but apparently Angus didn't forget about it over night, and hungered for it. This morning he delved into a pile of stuff waiting for me to figure out where to put it. At the bottom of the pile was a bag of lovely unwashed black alpaca fleece I'd forgotten about. Angus dragged it out. But that's as far as he got with it because I'm on to you, buddy. Thank goodness I am in the process of setting up - finally - a fiber studio space. Dogs and cats not allowed! Angus pulling out the bag of alpaca just motivates me all the more to finish organizing the space cause I wanna play with fiber.
Sunday's gathering was our annual holiday party with a Yankee swap. When we picked our numbers, I got the coveted number 1 spot, so got to go first. And last. I picked a package with a big pretty bow on it. Inside? Super soft mohair roving and an adorable needle felted Gingerbread Man ornament. Yummy stuff, and ripe for swiping. Sure enough, someone swiped it pretty quickly. I got to choose a replacement gift, a nice bottle of chardonnay snuggled in a handknit cabled wine cozy, a delightful gift for a wine enthusiast, which I am not. I sat back and watched as each of the remaining gifts were opened. The mohair package was once again quickly swiped. And when the last gift was opened, I got to choose again. Yep, I swiped the mohair back.