Breadbox, soy and another dream knocked out

I had a mundania brainstorm, looking at my empty crockpot in my teeny tiny kitchen, on the teeny tiny and crowded counter. I had baked bread, and there were a few left. I pivot in my kitchen, rolls in hand, and there it is! Empty, shining and ready to be used! My crockpot! Now, my boulots and baquettes go in there too, and I love it! No more rock hard bread the next day, it's pure genius!!

I've discovered that the crafty world's best spinners share their yarn porn here, on Fiber Fridays! And so inspired, I spun up some soy silk that I got on ebay, and navajo plied it. Navajo plying is perfect for my kind of spinning, which is pretty thin. I don't have to worry about bobbins of different length, it really has a very nice body to it that I like. Very textural.

And, the end of my Recumbent trike touring dream. I went to visit with Betty Jane this morning, a cheerful, sweet cyclist that is the owner of a Greenspeed. She generously let me take it out for a spin. And I did. And it was one of the most uncomfortable, longest, uneasy rides I have ever done! It was low, low, low. True, I could roll over anything, and didn't have to worry a wit about hitting something and losing control of my bike. On the other hand, I felt like a very slowly moving target! My neck started hurting right away. I felt as if I were in a continual 'crunch', and was uncomfortable the entire time. I felt vulnerable and weak, versus 'Bring it on!' attitude I get on my Dolce df. (Not the wisest attitude, but one certainly feels alive!)

As soon as I started down Frontage, I thought this ride would last forever. A 30 mile ride would take hours and hours and hours...the endless ride. I kept trying to sit UP, because I didn't like leaning back.

Sigh. At least it saves me a $1800 it would have cost me for this toy.

Next!

Oooh, oooh. Also, signed up for Sockapalooza 4!! Fun, fun!