I'll be silent for a few days. It's time to make the donuts pack the chocolates.
And damn. I ordered a tensioned kate and a niddy-noddy, which will probably be arriving today, too. But duty calls.
Here's Sandy's yarn! It dried much better than I expected. A little 20-yard ball of love, with more to come.
Sandy, I beg your forgiveness. This is what I've done to your Bay Colony roving.
Okay, this part doesn't look too bad.
Then there was the Andean bracelet. 
Not so horrible, really. And it worked without tangling me up and pulling off my arm or my digits. So that's a good thing.
But then, I don't know. Things started to not look so good anymore:
This has to be the most unevenly plied yarn in the history of the universe.
But I washed it and microwaved it, based vaguely on how I remember Leigh did it. And it's drying now under a bit of tension. Fingers crossed. Maybe it's not quite so shitty. We shall see.
Now I'll try to distract you with my Wisconsin cheese. 
Vicki, we need a cheese button. Vicki's from Wisconson Wiscanson. She has a Tricoteuses Sans Frontières notebook that she has bloggers she meets sign, and then she gives you an eraser in the shape of a Wisconsin Wiscanson cheese. Cheesy, in a good way, eh? Mmmmm, cheeeese, Gromit, more cheeeeeese!
My Better Pal is wicked awesome. She IS truly a better pal! When I got home from the lovely Rhinebeck weekend, as if that hadn't been enough happiness for one week month year, a fancy striped yellow box was awaiting me. Inside, it had: 
Additions to my vintage utensil collection and four balls of super-scrumptious Aurora 8. I just LOVE it. I told my Better Pal I would show her what's already on my kitchen pegs, so she could get an idea of how on the money she was, so here is a little photo just for her. Does that not give you a kick?! Sweet. Now I'm deciding on what to use the Aurora 8. And believe me, I'll think of something - but quick! I've been DYING to try that stuff.
Thank you, Better Pal, THANK YOU! Once again, you are a gift-giver extraordinaire.
Now, blog, WHO'S YOUR MAMA?! Huh? Who's.your. momma!?
Exhibit A:
The first Vineyard Sock for Soctoberfest, she is done.
(pattern: Ann Norling Adult Socks II, for worsted-weight yarn - [the pattern is printed for three different weights of yarn]. Size 7 US dpns. Viney stranded pattern from a mitten in Magnificent Mittens.) The colors aren't really true there. The green is the most magnificent olive, and the purple is more deep plummy-aubergine and less magenta than appears in the photo. Really fantastic. And so warm, I can't wait to start the other one. I cast on for this Sunday night after arriving home from Rhinebeck, finished it prior to 3:30 yesterday afternoon.
I know, I know. You might need a lie-down now. Okay. Go do it, because after you see Exhibit B, you might just faint dead away.
Are you ready?
Ready?
Exhibit B:
Jen, how's the Portland lookin'? Eh?
I have no idea what came over me. But I started spinning that incredible red Portland wool that I got at Spirit Trail at Rhinebeck this weekend on my larger Golding spindle, and oh, it was GOOOOOOOOOD....... 
That Golding just spins and spins and spins. I wish I was 7 feet tall and could stand over a bannister, that's how long it spins. And it was coming out so welllllllll, but I said to myself, this is going to take a LONNNNG time to make enough for mittens. Here, let me give this wheel a try. That was at 3:30 p.m. At 4:30 p.m. I got an email from Laurie. I wrote her right back and said, "Are you still online? I want to show you something. A little preview, if you will." She was. I sent a picture of my spool as it then existed to her. I won't reprint the exclamation she wrote back. You know. I wouldn't want to shatter her squeaky-clean image and divulge that she has a mouth something like mine or anything. But at 5:30, I had completely filled the bobbin. I've used up most of the three ounces I bought.
Now I have a leetle plying anxiety going on. And I want to order MORE MORE MORE. I hope Jen has not sold out of that stuff. Damn, that's good shit.
And then, it wasn't yet bedtime. And the lovely seafoam green Island Raised Romney that Cate brought me when she visited was looking so lonely over there on the daybed.
Exhibit C
Now I really do need a lie-down. Identity crisis going on here. It's more than I can take. Plus, my leg.....I can't stop my leg!
Oh, wait! Before I go, looky at one of the cool buttons Sandy has for her Warm Hands-Along. Go join and make some mittens. You know you wanna.
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