tea weather

It's a drizzly, tea-drinking window-staring kind of day. I like that kind, especially if most of the day is free for tea-drinking and window-staring. I do feel a bit sleepy, but that might have as much to do with staying up till 2 reading as it does with the weather.

I ordered some yarn lately from Marr Haven Wool Farm. I wanted organic yarn, but i also wanted it to come from some place kind of local. My local yarn shop only carries commercial yarn, basically. After asking, they pointed to a tiny exception at the back of the shop, but there was no information about this local person either, except her first name, and it wasn't a style that appealed to me anyway.

So i looked for farms online... but I had a little bit of a hard time finding a farm that also sold its own sheep's yarn. But, this is my first attempt looking for this kind of thing. Maybe the internet is not the best way, either? My aunt recently visited an Alpaca farm for their fall festival, and she mentioned another was having their festival in a few weeks. Oh i want to go! I wonder if it's passed? I love alpaca yarn.

Anyway this place i ordered from is not certified organic, because apparently that can be expensive, but at least they make some claim to following the principles. So i got two big cones of yarn, which came earlier this week. I got the light gray and dark gray, but they're closer in color than i expected. I should have got the dark gray and the natural. It kind of smells, maybe like sheep? I'm hoping that will fade. I haven't started knitting with it yet because i'm working on another little project which should have been finished already... which i'd better make my evening's work.

I went out to lunch with Julie today. We went to Chili's (the salad was soggy, but the tortilla soup was good). After lunch she showed me their new house, which was exciting though i've never seen the inside of the old one. The highlights of the tour included the Black Thing, a lot of post it notes, a superdeluxe closet for Julie, a very creative paint job and screws in the attic door, a very large foyer and a very creepy crawlspace. But that's probably the nature of crawlspaces.