Almost There!

Stay on target! (Anyone else thinking of Red Leader and destroying Death Stars with X-Wings?)

Anyway.  Readers paying attention will have noticed that Dearest Sister announced a Fantabulous Fat eighth sized of vintage Flour sack Fabric giveaway to:

1. Celebrate the smashingly successful and fun blogtoberfesting time she and I have shared.
2. To help announce the Super Secret Sister Special Surprise coming up on the highly auspicious first of November (11-1! Lots of ones! Very lucky!)
3. Commemorate this wonderful time of fresh Halloween candy.
4. Bring in Daylight Savings Time.
5. (fill in the blank)

I have an offering, too.

But first.

Let me speak about my weekend. I watched the grandbebe girls Saturday.  First I had seen them in a couple of weeks, having had a cold.  That evening, I traveled south about 45 minutes to meet with some college friends for dinner.  One I have met for lunch fairly regularly the last couple of years.  The other I have only reacquainted with this past year on Facebook.  So yeah, we hadn't seen each other in about 30 years.  We shut the place down.  And could have stayed longer, except that we are...not young.  The conversation was refreshing and fun and I left there feeling so good.

And then, less than 2 miles from home?  Got pulled over by le Sheriffe.  For speeding. Yep.  Can't say when last time that happened.  Because I don't!  Speed, that is.  Really no need for it anymore.  But I was.  There is a place where the speed limit drops, and there was a hill, and I was going faster, and There. He. Was.  And I just don't handle those types of authority figures...without turning into a little girl basically.  I try.  Really I do.  But it's hard!  So he asks what I've been doing, and right out I answer, 'I have been in Longmont, having lunch with some college friends'.  See.  It's now 10:30 pm.  That answer is clearly not working.  Stutter stutter stutter.  Yeah, sounding real grown up!  And I hadn't even had a glass of wine.  Thank gawd for that!  He comes back to the car, gives me back my license, and his business card, and tells me he is letting me off with a warning.

Let the good times roll!

And do you think maybe he was trying to hit on me?

End of day today?  I remember that I never changed my license when I had my vision corrected surgically over six years ago.  The license still says I am suppose to be wearing corrective lenses.  Haha, Mr. Law Enforcement Officer.  Gotcha!

Now back to our regularly scheduled programming.  And my offering for winning laurels and glory and other splendiforous prizes.

Or prize.

I offer for your consideration a skein of my handspun baby alpaca, that I processed from raw fleece to laceweight yarn.  From Bindi, the alpaca, and me, to you.

One of these yummilicious skeins, approx 3 oz and about 450 yards of 18-20 wpi lace wgt.

All you have to do is leave a comment telling me you want to be in the drawing.  The drawing will be Halloween and the winner (and other things) will be announced November 1st.

Join in, and don't forget to check out the goods over at Dearest Sisters.