Why, oh why, are my readers so damn smart? I dash off these posts, and invariably my sloppy phrasing, half-thought out sentences, and incorrect vocabulary are noted. Yes, the first sentence of my last post was wrong: I meant to say that I'd been talking to other people in my head.
It was bad enough to admit it in the first place. Now, I have to bring it up again...
I drove down to Berkeley earlier this week. After an easy, sunny drive through Washington and Oregon I was winding my way through the mountains outside Ashland when I turned a corner. Straight ahead in the far distance, huge and glowing in the twilight, was Mt Shasta, topped with a lenticular cloud and with an oddly shaped orange moon sitting on its flank. It took me a moment to realize that I was witnessing the start of the lunar eclipse. Spooky indeed.
I spent the night in Ashland and was able to visit The Websters yarn store in the morning. What a delightful place! A yarn store plus gallery of incredible woven pieces, as well as spinning supplies and an extensive book collection. Well stocked with yarn for Fair Isle knitting, too. They won my heart when they allowed Shadow to come in--very friendly employees made shopping here a nice experience. I was surprised, however, to be greeted by name: Carol (rogueknitter) knew me from Ravelry! I heart Ravelry (and Carol, too).
On my way over Siskiyou Pass I was greeted with snow, a lovely sight for many miles until it turned to rain. The rest of the trip was uneventful, and I was happy to turn the key in our door.
Tomorrow I'll be working at the Tactile Fiber Arts booth at Stitches. Say hi if you see me!