Just Jumping In. Sometimes I am cautious, testing the cliched waters with my big toe, justifying my hesitation by telling myself I'm being reasonable. Sometimes, though, I just jump. Maybe I fail when I do that, but I often have an adventure, and isn't that a juicy thing to remember?
Yeah, I know. J is not my strongest letter in the alphabet. There are some better ones coming, I promise.
To distract you, I'll mention that I cleaned out my roving stash yesterday afternoon. I have had to admit to myself that I am allergic to angora, and so must get rid of the angora I've been hording. On Wednesday morning, I'll post pictures of the fibers that I've decided must go (hey, Rhinebeck's creeping up on me; I only have so much storage space). There are some lovelies that I hate to sell, but there's no point in spinning and sneezing, is there?