What Does Wine Have to do With Crochet?

I've just been reading Crazy Aunt Purl's blog, and I'm wondering how can I ever come close to being able to write like her. Witty. Thoughtful. Able to poke fun at herself. Sure, I can scarf down a bottle of Merlot, get lost in a ball of yarn, and go through lint rollers like they are free. I can even take pictures of my cat (and my dog, and my chickens) in zany, candid shots. But I only dream of being able to write---here's the best part---and get PAID for it!

To keep from embarrassing myself by pretending that I can write, I'm going to just jump right out here and show you a peek into my world through some photos I've collected. Most are bad photos, un-retouched by machine or human hands. There is no airbrushing away the flaws in my world. What would the world be without backlit faces and, "Oops, there's a dog hair on my scarf."

Lest you think I'm kidding about the Merlot, here is my mother and I last year at the annual Wine Festival in Bernalillo, New Mexico. Some say that we look alike, except that I've got about 4 inches on her.

Dyeing's All the Rage

When I first heard of dyeing yarn with Kool-Aid last year, I thought, "Wow, so unique, and nobody knows about it but me." I soon found out that everybody BUT me had heard about it, and I was late to the party.

That may be an exaggeration, as I suppose some of you may not have heard about it either. As a matter of fact, I gave a little talk at one of my knit/crochet groups about it not too long ago. Several of them are coming to my house this Saturday to have a "Dyeing Party".

Love in Rural Kansas

When was the last time you attended a wedding on a farm? What's that, you haven't? You should try it some time.

My husband, son and I drove to eastern Kansas from central New Mexico to attend my nephew's wedding. My brother's oldest son, who just happens to be a few months younger than my daughter, was marrying his sweetheart. The wedding was being held at the bride's family farm.

As you can see, this is a working farm, complete with a red barn. They grow wheat and soybeans. Coming from arid New Mexico, I was impressed with the lush Kansas fields. I can just imagine those golden heads of wheat waving in the summer breezes. What a romantic I am. It is very labor intensive to run a farm, and from what I hear there is little in the way of summer breezes.