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Meanwhile, guess what handknit has become a favorite sweater? Warms a knitter's heart.
Last spring, when we committed to five solid months of farmers' markets (which meant Scott baking like a crazy man every Saturday and all of us at the market every Sunday, in addition to fitting in his usual wholesale accounts, my work, all of our social stuff, and then piling two more farmers' markets a week on top of it all), I actually had a moment of wondering if we'd be far enough out of touch at the other end that our weekend calendar would have ghost town tumbleweeds rolling by.
heh heh...I crack myself up.
The last of the summer markets was last Sunday. Plans for this weekend include:
Friday: uke band gig/halloween party, pizza b'day party, African children's music performance.
Saturday: uke band/community singalong, wedding of an old friend (costumes encouraged! more old friends there too! friend's kick ass band playing zydeco!), neighborhood Halloween silliness, costume party/potluck dinner.
Sunday: concert in MA that we're totally psyched about.
:::insert sarcastic tone and exaggerated eye-rolling here::: I sure do feel sorry for those poor unsocialized homeschooling kids of ours, sequestered away from society and living an isolated life. ;-)