Today I'm very elegant with my wildly deep orchid purple eye. I wore a shirt to match the eye, thought I might as well go for a total fashion statement. I've been offered eye shadow in the same shade if I want to paint the other eyelid but this I've declined because to be effective I'd have to apply sparkles too and that might interfere with the safe healing of the wounded bit.

Wore my handspun vest for the first time today. Will go in search of buttons for it tomorrow. I'm still not up to moving except as absolutely necessary since my knee and toes are complaining much more vociferously of the indignities they endured yesterday; need to fetch firewood as the wood stove wants feeding again but that means leaving the comfort of my recliner.

Tonight the extent of my activity will be to pick wool, probably more of the Shetland fleece. The ram fleece is now dry and could be picked as well, but I think I'm going to let that sit for a while and focus on spinning the Shetland. I have the Cheviot to wash this weekend as well--want to wash what I have before the weather warms up and rains begin in earnest--it's so much easier to dry the fleece when there's a fire in the wood stove. It only takes about three days to dry a fleece when the woodstove is sucking all the moisture out of the air.

I won't run out of wool to spin anytime soon, and that's without considering yet what's available from this spring's shearings.

Apparently the Ides of March are late this year for I was betrayed by my own feet yet again. How is it that I get pitched forward into full face plant sprawl so readily? Is this a curse? Of what? Twice in six months I have done a major face plant that has pushed my specs into my head, first into my left temple and today into the space above my right eye. As one friend said, you had an altercation with a door and you had to slap it with your head. Yes, and with my glasses. Luckily the frames held up this time, but the lens blew out and cut me good enough to require a trip to emergency and the application of 'glue' to close the wound. First time I've ever been to the hospital to be 'glued' back together.

I resolve to consider Botox the next time I'm tempted to rearrange my face, as my son said, at least then you have control over what gets swollen.

The high drama is around my ever more purple eye lid and the blue egg on my forehead. No drama at all, only owwies, for the left elbow, knee and all the toes of that foot.

Okay there has to be symbolism here, curse and symbolism? Hmmm. Might as well theorize as it does as much good to numb my head as an ice pack.

Tomorrow I will wake to one open eye, seeing the world at some disadvantage, or not. Perhaps that will be fine. Is this what is meant seeing things at a 'slant'?

What does it mean when one falls into college through the front door on the way to a counselling skills course? Resigned now to wondering with only half my head....

Just past the Ides of March, the snowdrops have been in bloom for 10 days in Atlantic Canada and today brings sunshine and snow squalls.

The washed shetland fleece that hails orginally from Alberta is heading for the carder today and to the wheel perhaps this afternoon. The fleece arrived with a thick coat of prairie blow dirt--I'd forgotten how fine that could be all these years later living in the Maritimes out of reach of most prairie winds.

I dream as I sit at the spinning wheel, creating fine yarns and also I hope lengthening my days because this is so very meditative and relaxing.

The silver fiber from a huge ram fleece (9 lbs) that I began to spin last spring is now knit into a vest and a sweater, both nearly complete. These projects put aside while socks were knit for friends for Xmas. There's another fleece from the same ram on its way and that will be the last from this source since the ram's days are ended now.

Dreamin' of an electric Pat Green carder today...always dreamin' something!