Tell me that doesn’t look like what’s left after Bigfoot has hisself a nice all-over summer buzz cut.
Helpfully, the beastie even sent me his name, presumably so I could write him a thank-you note, or perhaps Like his facebook page:
Welcome, Rowan. I shall be quite fascinated to see how a Sasquatch pelt does once I get all that pesky forest matter out of your long silky locks.
Apparently, this is one of the rare Scottish Shetland Bigfoot, a branch of the family not often spoken of.
Yet, despite a thorough inspection, I didn’t smell anything nasty or illegal whilst washing the pelt and setting it out to dry. Makes me wonder why the Scottish Shetland breed of Bigfoot has been so rarely spoken of…doesn’t look like there’s anything to be ashamed of here.
Because it’s Sasquatch, it’s HUGE. I spent nearly all day yesterday washing
fleece pelt and I only got through two-thirds of it. I shall try to get the rest of it washed and set out to dry today and tomorrow.
In order to keep the birds, squirrels, and mischievious 10-yr-olds away, I improvised a yurt cover for the stacked drying rack.
Do you want to hear the really amusing part of this story? (Of course you do. You’re a captive audience and the LAUGH sign has just lit up.)
I found another hyuuuuuuge bag of Sasquatch pelt, same colour, same sort of tags and examiner notes, in the trunk of my car yesterday.
Unwashed, of course.
I do believe that both of these came from Beth’s shop. They may have even come from the same being, Rowan being the champ that he obviously is.
The question is, of course: From whence is Beth getting Bigfoot fluff? I’m picturing her in a pink safari hat and coordinating Indiana Jane gear, yelling, “Rowan! Hey! Rowan, ya big lunk! We had an appointment at 2:30 and it’s nearly 3 now and I’m hungry and I want to go to that new restaurant down by the park gate. Wanna come? ROWAN. Where ARE you?”
Yes, indeedy. I’m sure that is exactly how it happens. Stories of going from one idyllic sheep farm to the next? Bah humbug.
In Other News
I have been doing more than flirting with critters listed in the X-Files Hall of Fame, you understand. I’m been steadily working on this little number:
I am nearly done stitching the side seams–see the brass needle on the right? From that point down is all the seaming I have left to do. (For now.) Next up is the neckband; then I have two fluttery sleevettes (cap sleeves?) to knit and attach. After that, it’s all but the weaving in of ends and the blocking. Whooo!
This is a design I worked up to show off Jennifer’s Flock Sock Yarn from her dyeshop at Holiday Yarns. The colour is Psyche & Cupid; it’s a wonderfully subtle mix of blue and plum. I believe Jen is displaying a sample of this same tee at TNNA this very weekend; I have to finish a chart, do the sizing, and pretty up the instructions for the tech editor…and then if you want it, you can have it! It’s tentatively called the Graceful Tee, but methinks it is so cute it needs a cuter name.
Maybe we could have a contest where you folks suggest names and the one picked gets a llama prize?
Oh, and finally: The Giveaway Llama says she misses all of you very much. July is Sandi’s Birthday Month, so the is a High Probability of Llama HiJinks during July.
The capacity of kittens to nap never ceases to amaze me.
SEE? They really are listening to us.
I love a good latte or cappucino as much as the next person. But these? Amazing. (Also undrinkable, but oh-so-awesome.)
Finally: Apparently, there is a way to turn the Dark Forces of Excel to The Good Side (where we have CUPCAKES, so there!). This is just one big Holy Cow, Batman moment.
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Be kind to yourself. Be kind to one another. They go together, however. You cannot do the second very well if you are not also doing the first.
You do know that each and every one of you is important to me, anonymous or raucously loud commenter, right? Thank you so much for joining me here to sit and storytell for a while.