Ha ha. On a more positive note: finally got the camera cord and could down load pix from my vacation a couple weeks ago.
We were in Martha’s Vineyard (visiting more relatives) and we visited the most incredible farm where I purchased some great great natural and wonderful smelling yarn.
While in the little store on the farm here’s what showed up:
Oh shoot I forgot to check back here!!! (my dad was ahem visiting)
and I didn’t even notice
feministmama’s question where the farm is. Shoot. Too late now!
But it’s on Martha’s Vineyard and you have take a ferry there so maybe she/you couldn’t make it anyhow? It’s called the Allen farm and they also,
boohoo, sell these sweet babies to local restaurants. To eat.
:verysad:
Although I have enjoyed a lamb chop in my day, I’m not now sure if I want to eat them anymore…