That's the hazard of creating yarns and fibres. Sometimes it's hard to part with my product.
It is rewarding, though, to run into a fellow fibre artist later, who proudly displays a wonderful one-of-a-kind finished garment that started with fibre from my farm.
I borrowed a cake tin from my public library last week. Isn't that neat? Our public library has a wide assortment of cake pans to lend out to it's members. Some people think that is an odd thing for a public library to do, but public libraries today are not just about lending books, but rather about providing the community to many kinds of shared resources.
Somewhere in my memory, I can remember my mother making a special Easter lamb cake. I must have been about seven years old. The lamb had white coconut as the fleece and green coconut as the grass. The "how-to" had been from a Chatelaine magazine. This wasn't something that my mother would typically do, considering she had six kids in her hectic home and a husband on the road...cake decorating just wasn't a priority. But I do remember that Easter lamb cake as something very special.
I had never made an Easter cake for my daughter (and although I can blame a hectic home, I only have the one offspring and a very present hubby...so I own no good excuses other than "it ain't my thing").
That mother-owned guilt was telling me that I might have missed the chance to make a good, warm Easter memory for my daughter.
But we made our cake today together, my daughter and I.