Father's Day (Fiber Hubby of the Year)

I want to dedicate this post to a father who is very special to me.  My husband!  You see, while not the biological father of my kids,  he is their Dad!  He is there when things are crappy and when they are good.  While not perfect, he tries really hard and sometimes that is the best you ask for.  Thank you Keith for being the Dad for our daughters.  Okay, now the real reason for being thankful for my husband.

Most husbands tolerate their wives obsessions, whether it be purses, shoes, clothes.. or ummm  fluffy fuzzy stuff and their tools.  My DH husband has earned the title , as I read in another blog "supporter of the Arts".  This truly fits him.  He actually knows what the different items are.  He can identify a niddy noddy, he knows what circular needles are, what heddles are and what they are for, (and why I needed to spend 80 bucks to get more), differences between fibers, what it means to ply and on and on and on.   This weekend he gave me another reason to think he is the greatest.  Take 1 minute or so and watch this video and tell me if he doesn't win "Hubby of the Year".



I am just so tickled with the fact that he is interested enough to at least try. I love you honey! Who knows. Maybe two fiber artists in the family . Speaking of male fiber artists. I spent the day with a terrific friend who gets bit by the crafty bug once in a while. Steven and I spent the day talking and cooking and I brought a large triangle loom over and he is going to make a throw of some sort.  I brought some homespun, who doesn't like to learn on something beautiful and we (well, he) completed one triangle in a about an hour.

I know that everyone wishes they could make a living doing what they love, I am no different.   It's funny when we dream of winning the lottery we dream of starting a place where kids or adults can come to learn.  So really not trying to NOT work but trying to work with our loves. Ahhhh dreams, I guess simply having them keeps you motivated.