I really should be packing

But I’m not. Leaving on Sunday and my suitcases are still empty and grinning at me. Horrible. Procrastinating till the last minute. I need a lot of pressure to get my suitcases done. This time I will try to travel light… Bwwaaahahahahahahaaaaaa. Normally I log myself silly.

There’s hope though: my friend Ingrid sent me a link and it is actually very actual – actually being the new stop word. How I hate stop words.

Without any further delay, here’s how I will pack, or at least try… Put the movie on slomo on iPad in the bedroom so I can follow…

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Woolly goodness once more

Yesterday, sunday, the day of the sun. The day maybe to worship the sun. My sun is in a little woolstore in downtown Las Cruces. Maybe not downtown but the older part of the city. I drive through old established streets with Pepe Aguilar on my ipod and my chest is too small for all that happiness. There is one spot that I hit daily, the street going down, with the mountains straight ahead. I never get tired of it. Yes, I have stopped there 2786 times already to take another photograph. How many photographs can one have from one view? Many!

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Different every day, ever changing cloud scapes, and the mountains have their own personality. My mountains… That’s how I call them in my mind. So yesterday I was on my way to the knitting store. My happy place in my new life. Yes, it’s still new. I am more or less adapted, semi American, but my semi Belgian side still needs a lot of people and something to do craft wise.

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Right now I am doing a heel class. I love knitting socks, but wanted to get some extra help for the heels. That is what we do on sunday afternoon: learning how to do the tricky part of the socks. An 8 weeks workshop, I will miss two while I am in Belgium, but that’s OK. I will catch up later. Soothing is the correct word to describe sitting around the table with 9 other women, all with our needles and wool, counting and swearing… Well, the swearing is mostly from my side, and I swear in Dutch, nobody can understand me anyway.

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The owner Dedri is happy because a huge spinning wheel came in, restored by the gentleman with the green T-shirt, and I sadly enough do not have his name. Essential Lucas, essential… He found the wheel, it was ready to be chopped up and burned, so he saved it from a gruesome death by fire. He lovingly took it apart and back together, oiled it all over, a nice piece of kit. Pure American Oak. It runs very smoothly.

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Looking at it closer you clearly see someone put a lot of love in it. The way the parts are curved, or have insets, two of the parts have thread, all very intricate and a labor of love for sure. It takes a special carpenter to do this.

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Besides the giant wheel a couple of hand spinners are on the table. And when I go in close with my macro a new world opens. It’s as if you can see dreams forming, the roving will turn into thread. Magic happens.

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I finish with my heel of the day and continue my Potter scarf. Want to finish it before I go to Belgium, but since I leave on Sunday that might be too much of a task. I have things to do this week: packing, packing, more packing. And the ultimate goal is to travel light. A bit hard when you need camera gear and phones and tablets and batteries and cables and lenses… And a bit of clothes. If all goes well I will be in Amsterdam next week around this time, strolling the Canals with Hetty. Yippee… Six more nights before the big trip!

Life is good!

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