I finally did it. I broke down and bought a color laser printer. That’s it at left. Here’s the thing: I hate inkjet print quality, but like and now need color. I love my ancient-yet-functional b/w laser, although you have to go through a lot of rigamarole to connect the AppleTalk (it’s from 1997, so cut it some slack — it still works perfectly! How many PC peripherals can say the same?) to a modern USB or FireWire port. So heck with it, color laser it is.
Also, I have bronchitis. Who gets bronchitis in late May? Well, apparently, me. Good things to have come out of this: I found a new doctor who’s amazing. And — alarmingly — younger than me. Oh no. I have reached the age where there are doctors who are younger than me! He’s also adorable, which makes the pain in my lungs more tolerable. So does the codeine-infused cough syrup he gave me. But I digress…
I promised photos of sheep friends from Idaho, and here goes:
My boyfriend, Tazman. He loves the ear scritches, he does.
Run away! Run away!
Nom nom nom.
The littlest escape artist. Snuck through the fence several times while I was there. I dubbed him “Houdini.”
The end results of my nuno felting class.
My learn-to-spin-alt-fibers class. Half of them, anyway.
Best tattoo spotted at the Snake River Fiber Fest.
Joan’s knitting-from-unspun-fiber class. Check out those colors!
The fleece I brought home from Idaho, pre-washing. Tamas said it looked like “I bagged a yak.”
Skirt, skirt, skirting the fleece.
Some different black-and-white-patterned wool yardage I overdyed in my favorite green.
Just for pretty…one of my irises from the side of the house. I get a lot of color inspiration from the various plantings I’ve done.