Play Day

Yesterday I took myself off for a much needed play day. I went to the Bunny Farm for the monthly spin-in. It's been way too long since I got there.
It being St Patrick's day hadn't made much of an impact on me, but when I arrived I couldn't help but notice. Charly had prepared a delicious variety of green food--for the humans not the bunnies. And when I asked for a glass of water it was also coloured green.

I'm almost sure the colouring was flavourless, but it was hard to convince myself of that because the colour was so intense!

I came home with a few little bonuses which I will blog about later.

Funny Farm

A day out was just the thing for me after an intense week of organising and planning at home. I headed for the Ixchel bunny farm and wasn't disappointed. Of course there were beautiful fluffy bunnies to keep us company as we sat and talked. There was also so much yummy sweet stuff that I didn't even consider eating anything else all day. Add the wild birds attracted by the seed left out for them on the verandah. And the chickens who knew how to get their share of the goodies. And Jazz, the bunny dog--she's so friendly, she actually howls when some-one leaves! Oh, and we did do some spinning.

The chickens just tickled my fancy. There's a gate to keep them away from the wild-birds' bounty, but no gate can stop this determined chook:
In case you're wondering about the orientation of the picture, so am I, but this was how I took it. You have to imagine the chicken's angular, jerky movements for yourself.

Kate

I'm off to the Bunny Farm for another day of spinning. There's heaps to do at home, so going away for the day is a good way of taking a break. One of the fun things about spinning with others is admiring their bits of spinning paraphernalia. This bobbin holder belongs to C. She had it at the plying workshop last weekend. I liked it enough to take a picture so I could make one for myself. It's basic, but stable--and would be easy to make. So it ticks all the boxes.

The common name for a bobbin holder like this is "lazy kate". I object! Why should the smart woman who dreamt up a labour saving device be remembered as lazy? I'd like to call it a "clever kate". Anyway, there may be some deep research to be done into the language of gizmos, but I've got a date with a beautiful view, good company and cute bunnies. Everything else can wait.