Yesterday was my birthday, happy birthday to me. My family spreads out our birthdays over a week. It's nice in terms of having presents spread out, but after hearing "Happy Birthday" repeated over the course of a week it's starting to lose it's meaning. In case you're wondering, I'm 25. A quarter of a century, no longer in the 18-24 range, and end of an era.
Maybe it's because I'm older and wiser, or maybe owning a yarn store has just made me into a more material possession kinda person, but this year was the first time that I can remember where I actually made numerous present requests. All of the presents satisfied some need, like a new phone (Jessamy took over mine last year, yet she continued to claim that she didn't need one), AAA renewal, haircut, and ... roving.
Jessamy bought me a quarter pound of sheep hair, and yes, that was on my wish list.
She bought it at Pets with Fez, a cool weaving store on York and 51st. They offer spinning classes, so we assumed they would also have roving. As it turns out they don't sell roving, but they do have it. This was part of the owner's personal collection.
And notice the semi appropriate bag it came in.