The Day I Ran Away From Home

These are my kids and I love them.
One or the other has been sick for the past two to three weeks and they both have cabin fever.
Today they got on my last nerve.
"I'm leaving", I told my husband with enough edge in my voice that he just said "See ya, have fun"

The two on my nerves whined"wheeeeerrrreee are you going, what will you bring me, where ,what, where, what, me,me ,me ,me ,me" then they started to fight.

I looked at them, the lights of my life, right in the eyes and said "You two are driving me f-ing nuts" Yes, I dropped the f-bomb on my kids. They'll live.

From the other room the husband yells "Aren't you gone yet?"



I jumped in the car, cranked up Lucinda, the patron goddess of road tripping, and drove , fast. Really, if my ass had actually been on fire I don't think I would have driven faster.
Can those of you in the Ann Arbor -ish area guess where I went? The sign is exit 137 Howell/Pinckney






Two beautiful signs.
The Spinning Loft.












"Beth", I yell. "I ran away from home"
She smiles. Yes, she is always this cute.











Here's the shop















Right wall - raw fleeces, at least 30 - buy a whole fleece or buy it by the ounce. Back corner - the succulents, silk, yak, buffalo, angora, cashmere.........


The wall of dyed rovings.
Also, that's Shannah, she's a Knitty-published author, she has llamas. She's working on something for Knittyspin.










I know I'm lucky to have a spinning store close. It's a great spinning store, it has selection - in fiber, in books, in equipment.
I wanted hand cards - I had 5 different brands to choose from & choices with in each brand.















I went with the Strauch, they felt good and the wood is gorgeous.
I didn't take pictures of all of Beth's wheels - that's for another play day. I want to go and spend a long half of a day trying wheels. Maybe Carla will come?

The haul: hand cards, a flicker, an ounce of cashmere, some California red - for the cards, some raw Cormo - for the flicker. I don't believe in letting my equipment be lonely, even on the ride home.











The hug.
Thanks Beth, for letting me run away to your shop.
Don't forget your article..........