Unashamed of the strength of my needs

Others will have posted about how fantastic our day with Helen Rippin (above) of Waratah Fibres was but it's my blog and I'll bore you if I want to.

An early start meant a fatty breakfast at the golden arches in Goulburn where Spidey and I indulged in the mental chasing of sheep in a nearby paddock. Spidey also made the mistake of pointing out a couple of Westies in the carpark. I can be surprisingly speedy given the right motivation and my sprint to hijack Piper and Lucy, the wee Westie sisters, was just the excercise I needed. I won't go on - you'd have to love a Westie to understand. I may have delayed our trip by half an hour and made small children cry; I am unashamed.

Helen generously welcomed us into her home and arranged to have her friends, Glenda, Phil and Chris, there to wrangle us. Helen and Glenda have experienced the full-frontal attack on their wares by Spidey and me before - it was a sensible precaution.

Eleven of us, including the Monkey Sherpa, who charmed all with his fibre-fu, descended locust-like on Helen's home where a spindling class was set up in short order.

There was a cup of tea and some delicious home-made slices and pikelets, a quick trip to the auto-teller for extra readies (not just me), more S.E.X. and spindling.

Then there was lunch. Home-made gourmet pizzas (to add to her attractions, Helen is also a chef) and garden salad.

Lunch over, a dye worshop took place.

Then another cup of tea and birthday cake - KMS had the birthday we all wish for - and it was time for us to say good-bye.

Jealous? You should be. Helen Rippin's spinning and dying is divine. A BIG thankyou to Helen and her friends and to our Happy Spider, who organised our day.

Wanna see what I bought? Manana. ;)