This is Jasmin. You can tell she's a sketchy sort 'cause she's vamping and covering her mouth with luscious mohair the same color as her mop of curls - a sure sign of a nefarious soul. She also seems to have forgotten that I am easily overwhelmed by wool and lanolin fumes, which is why I left the Retzlaff Spinning Day with more fiber than I arrived with.
You know, Jasmin called me 'Satan' recently because I sent her a link to a mere $20 - $30-worth of beautiful roving. If I'm Satan, who is SHE??? I don't think we could possibly befriended a better (or worse?) enabler.
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