Socks and news from Wooly Works!

Take a look at what's new over at the Wooly Works! They've got new babies! They've also got alpaca fleeces of all colors and mohair fleeces in white, rose gray, and black, and do custom processing and blends, so get yerself over there and ask about your favorite alpaca fiber!


These are my Odyssey Rock Ranch socks, done in the knit-a-long. Aren't they pretty? everything is 100% alpaca, except for the heels, toes, and cuff decorations. Soooo comfy and soft! You need this yarn! Get it here!

This is "The Ranch Sock", modified a little from the Odyssey Rock Ranch pattern. This sock is done in handpainted alpaca from Odyssey Rock Ranch, but with toes, heels, and cuff decorations done in my handspun with BFL fiber from Maggie's Farm, Inc. I only have one finished, with the second one on the needles.

Book on the way

Yesterday I got notice that my first ever spinning book has been shipped. Yeay! I've been spinning and spinning, but I'm mostly self-taught. Now maybe I'll get a few pointers and instructions on new techniques to try. I've read the reviews on this book, both pro and con, and if nothing else, nearly all say that this book is great for inspiration. Some say there is great instruction and info in the front of the book; others say that it's a coffee table book with great pictures. Whatever it is, I'll be sure to get something out of it. I'm a visual learner and love lots of pictures.

Noches Criollas

Tonight we went to La Noche Criolla at the club just down the street from us. There was la musica criolla, which is a musical result mixture of Spanish, Quechua, and African influences. You hear it on the Peruvian coast most often. It's beautiful, emotional, moving music. It makes you want to dance, even if you're not a dancer. Eva Ayllon is a very popular Peruvian singer and musician, who specializes in la musica criolla.

We also saw an example of the fabulously romantic Marinera dance, in the style from Piura. Piura is a Peruvian city on the west coast, up near the Ecuadorian border. The Marinera is a beautiful dance, no matter where it is done, but there are various styles. The Marinera trademark is the handkerchief, twirling and flying through the air, clasped between two fingers of the dancing couple. No matter where the influence is from, typically the Marinera is danced with La Dama and El Caballero (the lady and the gentleman). La Dama is usually barefoot, with long and lacy flowing skirts. El Caballero usually wears a broad-brimmed sombrero, white clothing with a colorful cumberbund, portrayed as a horseman. In fact, in Trujillo, the caballero is often dancing while horseback. The Peruvian Paso horse is often used in this dance. Hankies flying, partners never touching but never more than a breath away, the Marinera is a seduction set to music. The Piuran Marinera does not use the horse, lucky for us, and was danced to a slow and romantic Spanish ballad. Something not to be missed.

Knitting English

Yesterday O enrolled in English classes at the institute where I used to teach. These classes are only on Saturdays, so the course advance is pretty aggressive and he'll have to pay attention to keep up.

Now, you might think that after being married to an English speaker for 5 years, that O might speak English pretty well by now, but think again. His ideas were that since I am here and we are together, he could just learn English any time, without any schedule or effort on his part. Maybe it would all just soak in somehow, maybe by osmosis. And that's been true for some of it. But there comes a time when the easy part is over and some effort has to be made. In order to ensure that he makes an effort, he had to PAY. When he got hit in the pocket, then he began to pay attention. His first class is on Saturday. I hope he does as well as he thinks he will. He glanced through the first book and declared it to be too easy. We'll see. At least it might get him talking and practicing. Then we can play SCRABBLE! WOO HOO!

In other news, I finished my Odyssey Rock Ranch socks this week and they are fabulous! If you have never worn alpaca on your feet, you need to. I started a second pair yesterday, and look forward to finishing them up in about 2 weeks, if my schedule stays the same as it is right now. Unfortunately, the camera batteries crapped out (as usual) just as I was taking the picture, so I'll have to wait for new ones.

"The Eclectic Sole" arrived in the mail yesterday, and I'm tickled with all the inspiration! It's my first sock book! None of the socks in this book are long enough in the cuff for me - I don't care much at all for short little anklets - but they all can be modified. Heaven knows I can't just knit a pattern...I have to tweak it somehow, so I'll be tweaking away to make longer cuffs!

Pink Posy

adopt your own virtual pet!

My New Buddy

See my new little buddy over there on the side bar? His name is Pachacutec, after somebody who was back in Incan history...somebody famous enough to have a street named after him, but I haven't done my homework, so I don't know who he is yet. Anyway, my little Pachecutie loves to have his head rubbed, so just but the cursor on his face and give him a good rub. He'll follow you wherever your cursor goes. Isn't he a good boy? If you click on him, he'll talk to you in that llama "hmmm" voice and you can feed him by clicking on the "m" in the lower right hand corner of his box. Don't be shy! Play with him! He loves the company!

You too can have a little cutie like this or choose a different pet. Just click on the bottom of the box where it says, "adopt your own virtual pet".

Stash Bustin' Sunday

Today I finally finished the mittens that I started in the wool that I bought from The Knotty Sheep - Lover's in a Rose Garden. I felted them a bit after finishing. I think they're pretty! They should be warm, too!

I also made a wine cozy. Very quick project, and so useful! Everybody knows that we need to keep our wine cozy! Actually, it helps to keep the wine at temperature after it's been chilled.

It turned out nicely, so my next one will be more decorative and festive! Guess what you all are getting for Christmas this year! Heh, just kidding. I don't have THAT big of a stash...or do I?

Mom, who really keeps their wine cozy?

Limitations on dog ownership

This week the city of Jesus Maria announced a limit of one dog per apartment and 2 dogs per house. People are outraged.

It's easy to understand the outrage of the people, and it's also easy (for me) to understand the city's position on limiting the number of dogs per household. There is a $250 fine for those discovered to have more than the allowed number of dogs.

I know most people here love their dogs. Many depend on their dogs for company. But they also have a terrible habit of putting the dogs out when they go to work, to the store, or go visiting for the day. I understand that, too. When I lived in the US, I always put my dogs outside when I went to work. An unsupervised dog in the house can become bored and develop irritating, destructive, and disruptive habits if left alone for hours. But the difference is that I had a fenced back yard for my dogs to play in while I was working. (For the record, Celeste has a comfy crate that she spends her unsupervised time in, with chew toys and her favorite fuzzy sleeping toys.) Few people here have a yard or garden that the dog can spend time in, so they turn the dog out into the street for the day. The consequence is that dogs are often lost, hit by cars, or taken in by other people. This leads to loud and long complaints by the owner who feels that he has been wronged. It also leads to huge mobs of dogs roaming the streets, getting into fights, and causing mischief, and loads of unwanted puppies (neutering is not a common practice here in Peru.) People all over the city complain that they can't live in peace because of the noise of barking dogs in the street.

Now there are long and loud complaints about the limitations being set by the city.

I sympathize with both sides. I know it will be heart wrenching to have to choose which dog to keep and which dog or dogs to get rid of. Some people have an amazing number of dogs...8, 10, or 12 dogs in their homes. I also know that the courts are filled with disgruntled dog owners who have turned their dogs out into the street for the day and discovered that the neighbors have "stolen" them and won't give them back. However, it is not uncommon to see sick and dying dogs in the streets, and I often think that if their owners cared one iota, the poor things would be home, at least in a familiar place instead of lying alone on the sidewalk.

Most of all, I sympathize with the dogs. I suspect many people will simply solve their problem of too many dogs by turning the excess dogs into the street. I imagine there will be a dog pound in Jesus Maria's not too distant future.

Wallace TV

Check out Wallace the pit bull, high-flying Frisbee-catching dog extraordinaire! Check out all his frisbee buddies, too!

Sock progress

The first sock is finished:


And the second sock is well on the way:


And Celeste is soooo glad that we have a room with a view (and an ironing board, a vacuum cleaner, some books, a sofa, and a potted ginger plant that she hasn't eaten yet.) There's just nothing better than staring into the neighbors' laundry room:

Everyday Oddities

Every once in a while, I write about the things that happen on the city bus that I ride to and from work. The ride home today included a singer, three candy sales people (one of which was under the age of 10 years), and the "low-light" of the ride was a man who shoved two 4 inch screwdrivers up his nose and was ready to go for a sideways insertion via the ears.

The man proudly proclaimed, "I can do this because I am not from here...I am from Arequipa!" Several people wondered out loud if this was a common phenomenon in of Southern Peru.

Everyone was cringing in anticipation. I had to stare at the floor when the first screwdriver started up into the apparently empty brain cavity. I glanced up once to see him passing down the bus aisle with both screwdriver handles on the end of his nose. I kind of wish I'd have had my camera, but I don't know if I could have looked at this guy long enough to take the picture. The woman in the seat next to me gagged softly and whispered a prayer. Several people crossed themselves as he passed by. One man offered to pay him 30 cents to leave and the bus driver invited the man to exit the bus at his earliest convenience. Apparently the offer of 30 cents was too much to pass up, because he very quickly took his leave after collecting the coinage.

I arrived home to find a small white carriage with a white pony waiting patiently outside my apartment building. I think it must have been something for a little girl's birthday, but I'm not sure. I went upstairs to get Celeste so she could "do her business" outside, and when we went out of the building, we stopped to admire the pretty white coach and the beautiful pony standing so patiently...and then the coach door opened and a man stepped out and began to put his clothes on.

Things like this make the hair go up on Celeste's back..and my hair stands on end every once in a while, too.

I guess it takes all kinds...

walking with Celeste

More tour with Celeste:

Typical multi-family houses here in this area. Let's go past the Universidad del Pacifico! Very modern and beautiful!

Here's Club Moquequa. We've never been inside, but it's a cool color, so we included it. In Peru, many people enjoy painting their homes and businesses with bright and interesting colors. Inside, though, things tend toward the earth tones, or dirt colors, as Celeste likes to say. Maybe that way dirty handprints and pawprints on the walls don't show so much. (Okay Mom, I get the hint!)

Down the street

"I don't know what 'Sonccollay' means."

This morning Celeste and I took a walk down the bike path. You have already seen part of the bike path to the left. This time we went to the left. Join your tour guide, Ms. C., to take a stroll past one of the most requested restaurants in Lima, Sonccollay.

If you look closely, you can see the sign that says, "SONCCOLLAY".



They specialize in Pre-Incan cuisine. I have never tried their food, but I love passing by their place. In summer, they set their outside tables with Incan-style pottery. I don't know if people really eat using this pottery but it looks very interesting. Now, in winter, the pottery is taken inside because of the daily drizzling rains that ruin unfired pottery if left out in it.

Isn't it an interesting-looking place? I think Pre-Incan cuisine includes the purple potato, purple corn, and alpaca meat or llama meat.

Tomorrow: more of the sights along the bike path.

Meditative Monday

A fool for color

I have been thinking about my fiber habit, and have come to the conclusion that I'm a color addict. It all started back when I was a kid, and somehow we ended up with a couple of kaleidoscopes...


I spent hours looking at the colors and designs as I turned the barrel on my 'scope...

...each one unique...

...each one beautiful...

...and then the kaleidoscopes tumbled into the land of Idonknow, where all things go when they've left the hands of children. It's kind of like the place that lost socks go, but more distant, with less chance of returning to the land of Ohmygosh Hereitis!

So, it's any wonder that I have this in my fiber stash? And this?
Is it any wonder that I have one of these spindles now? (A note: this is not my spindle, but an example of the type I have. I'll post a photo of mine when I get the photo program figured out again)

Or this whorl on my spindle?



Color. It seems to be all about color.

The honeymoon's over

There are a lot of homeless people here (and also a lot of drunks) who sleep in the park or in the median between streets or on the sidewalk. Those places serve as beds and bathrooms to these people.

This morning O took Celeste to the park to run. They left happy! They returned angry, disgusted, and disenchanted with each other.

Apparently Celeste discovered that the trees in the park serve as commodes for the homeless. She went wild. One moment, she was O's darling gal, running free and beautiful...and the next she was this ghastly canine creature, eating a pile of YUCK at the base of a tree. The toilet paper had been left over the pile, but Celeste brushed that aside with a deft flick of the snout. O gagged, then screamed, Celeste took one more big gulp and ran off to fight over another pile with two or three other dogs. By the time O snapped the leash back on Celeste's collar, he was sick to his stomach and outraged that she would lower herself to such an act, and Celeste was outraged that he would have interrupted her at such a lavish meal. They returned to the apartment and without mincing words, O told me that he couldn't look at Celeste today, and why, and went back outside to wax the car - for hours.

Celeste waited for O at the front door, but he didn't come in very soon. When he did, he simply stepped over her and went into the bedroom to change his clothes. She followed him, but he shut her out of the room. Later, after we'd eaten at the table and Celeste had eaten in her crate, he lay down in for a nap and Celeste crept in to find out what his big problem was. Shortly thereafter, I heard Celeste barking at O, O yelling back at her, then he ran out of the bedroom with Celeste close on his heels. He snapped her leash on her again and out they went to the bike path.

Apparently they worked out their differences, because at the moment, they are both in the bedroom, both on the bed.

We had a short discussion about dog habits and those little disgusting things that endear the mutts to us and that completely turn our stomachs. Celeste is the first dog that O has shared his living space with. She has taught him a lot, and obviously opened his eyes to dog life, but I know this morning, she went too far. By the time they arrived back at the apartment, she knew it, too. I think he has forgiven her now, but there are no kisses being given there.

The honeymoon is over and reality has set in.

photoless Sunday...so far...

We had a virus attack on Friday, in the form of a McAfee 2009 update. It wiped out everything. We had to start from scratch with a newly formatted hard drive. We have no pictures, no files, WAH! Luckily, O has one of those little portable memory things with all his files for the classes he's taking, and luckily I have put photos on my blog here, and have saved things in my e-mail, but everything else is gone. At least we have a working computer, and didn't have to buy a new hard drive or something! And, since we're here in Peru, where it costs less than half of what it might cost in the US for repairs. O almost cried when he thought we'd lost Celeste's baby pictures, but - TA DA! They're here, on the blog, and some are on Flickr.

So, with a clean hard drive, I get to start to fill it up again, and I'm also going to get MYSELF one of those little portable memory thingies to save photos and patterns and whatever on.

My classes this month have doubled. Last month I had a leisurely 2 classes: one at 7 - 8:30am and one at 8:30 - 10:00 pm; a nice part-time job, working 4 hours daily, Monday through Saturday. Now I have 4 classes, still starting at 7 am, and ending at 10 pm, but my afternoon is full with the other two classes, and I have one class to observe in the morning, too. I'm tired. I have about 3 free hours to go home in, and in that time, I sleep. Not that working 8 hours is such a hardship for me - I've done it all my life! - but the schedule is hard to get used to.

My classes are delightful, though, for the most part. My students are creative and mostly motivated. I am having a blast with them, and I hope they are enjoying the classes, too. Yesterday, my Saturday class presented their projects. The theme was Peruvian folktales. They were to translate a folktale into English and illustrate it with at least one picture. I learned all about the Sun God's children, Manco Capac and Mama Occllo. I also learned about Tupac Amaru and how bats came to be. Very interesting! I think I'll have another class do this folk tale thing again sometime. I loved it and the students had a good time with it, too!

Avocado Annie and a knit-along

Remember last year, when I started a couple of avocado trees in jelly jars? And remember how Celeste loved one of them to death? Well, the OTHER one has survived - survived Celeste love, survived living nearly a year in a tiny clay pot, AND survived being transplanted into a nice-sized pot. Here she is, Avocado Annie:

I spent my weekend doing some experimenting. I plied a lace weight yarn with itself, and loved the results! So, I did some more, and these are going to be my next knit-along socks. The first skeins I plied (I believe this is known as "cabling") were grass green and "Pasture Berries" colorways. I really like this combination. It makes a little more substantial yarn for socks, which I need because my choice of dpns is limited to size 3 and size 8. Nothing smaller, nothing larger, and nothing in between.

And the second pair of skeins that I plied were in the "Pasture Berries" colorway.

After I finish my first Odyssey Rock Ranch knit-along socks, and have figured out all the mistakes that I made along the way, then I'll use this one to make a "good" pair - hopefully no mistakes. Right now, after ripping and ripping out row after row, then re-knitting to rip again, my yarn is getting a little fuzzy-looking. My mantra these last couple of days has been, "I'm smarter than the string...I AM smarter than the string...", which brings me to a picture of my first sock in this knit-along (like my tanned leg? heh, just overlook the stocking...I'm just home for lunch and Had to see how my sock was coming along):

I'm not done with it, obviously, but am closing in on the foot! The clock pattern is messy, but my second try at this will be much better, I promise! I have been learning SO MUCH with this project, and having fun with it, too! So grab your needles and join me on the Great Wooly Works Knitalong!

Meatball cravings

Today, I was in the mood for spagetti and meat balls. This caught me by surprize, because I swore off meatballs years ago. My Oldest Sister, along with her Italian husband, has the corner on the meatball market. Every time I've been to their house they've pushed "real Italian-style" meatballs on me.

So today, when I got the urge, I tried to stop myself. Then I surrendered and gave myself over to meatballs, my style. This is what I did:

Hamburger, a handful of dried oregano that's been rubbed between my hands so I can loose myself in the aroma, diced yellow chili pepper, mushrooms, onion, garlic, and ground comino, all mixed well in a bowl with a raw egg. Then I let that sit to develop it's flavors. While that was sitting, I prepared the sauce: in a saute pan, I heated olive oil with more rubbed oregano. After I recovered from the intoxicating aroma, I sauteed sliced mushrooms in the oil. I dumped tomato sauce in a pot to heat, with even more rubbed oregano and ground comino, added the mushrooms, and a half tablespoon of miso. I would have preferred to add dry red wine, but somebody (me) drank it. So miso helps to intensify the flavors. Then I put that on to simmer.

While the sauce was simmering, I fried the meatballs.

Then I ate one of the meatballs - definitely NOT "real Italian-style" meatballs, but just how I like them.

Then I commited a cardinal sin and cooked egg noodles instead of spagetti. YUM. Sorry, no pictures...I ate everything before I thought of photos...

The knit-a-long sock

To further that sock compulsion, here's a cuff on my current sock:



A little funky-looking, hmm? I'm using Odyssey Rock Ranch 100% alpaca in dark blue, and my own handspun "Superfreak". I have a little skeinlet of about 30 yards, so I thought I might use it up on these socks. If I don't have enough in this skeinlet, I do have two other larger ones to dip in to to finish.

Book Order

The other day, I was contemplating my sock-making compulsion and ordered this:



Unfortunately along with the book came:

"Temporarily out of stock. Order now and we'll deliver when available. We'll e-mail you with an estimated delivery date as soon as we have more information. Your account will only be charged when we ship the item."

Hmmm. I'll leave it on order and maybe it'll arrive for Christmas.

And, yes...it's a momentary, short-term compulsion, not an addiction - I am not an addict...I am not an addict...I am not an addict...I am not...

It came in the mail...

Look what came in the mail this month! Fun stuff!

My new spindle from Butterfly Girl Designs, and "Riot", a bamboo/glitz/sari silk blend.
These batts are from The Knotty Sheep. Kary does great work!

This is "Butterfly Kissed", from none other than Butterfly Girl Designs, in all it's glorious glitzy splendor...merino, bamboo, and sparkly stuff. Yummy!

A Morning With Celeste

Come on, let's go outside. Come on, you can make it, Mom.


It looks so nice outside! I can already smell the people and the cars!


Come on! Get those feet moving! Move it! Move it!


Okay! That's a good mom!


Wait a minute! What's been going on here? Pidgeons?


Yeay! We're outside! Okay, take my picture...I know I'm beautiful.


Okay, that's enough with the camera. No more photos, please. That little red light on the camera kinda weirds me out.

Okay, okay, just a little smile for the camera...

The City Bus

Now that I'm working downtown, I take a bus to work. It's way too far to walk the distance, so I catch the #48 that takes me down Salaverry Avenue to Jiron Manuel Segura, then to Mexico Avenue, over the Expressway and across to Manco Capac. Eventually, Manco Capac crosses a bridge and becomes Abancay Avenue, which runs through the middle of Lima Central. I work just a half block from Abancay, on Cuzco Street.

To say that downtown Lima is crowded is an understatement. It is a SEA OF HUMANITY at any given moment. When I arrive at the institute, I feel like I have reached a safe haven. Working at this place gives me many opportunities to observe people. When I get on the bus, there are always many personalities that make themselves known. There is always someone in need who is allowed on the bus to do what he or she can to collect money. Today there were three on the bus that I rode home for lunch on: first a man with no arms and only one leg hopped aboard to ask for pocket change. He was clean and well-fed, clothing pressed and neat, but obviously unable to work. So he delivered a 30-second speech explaining that he needed to money to help contribute to his family in gratitude for them taking care of him. Pockets opened up. Change purses opened. Money clinked into his shirt pocket as he walked on what used to be a knee and knelt on the complete leg to make his way down the bus aisle. He was there and gone in 5 minutes, having completely torn out our hearts by not whining or begging.

The next person to jump on the bus was a young man selling candy. A bag of 100 pieces of candy costs about 2.50 soles. They sell each piece for 10 cents or 3 for 50 cents...by the time they sell the bag of candy, they've made their money back 4 times over. Not bad, but after the bus crowd has paid their own bus fare and donated to two or three people that are perceived to be needy, a candy salesman rates pretty low. Sympathy for an able-bodied man who's selling over-priced candy does not abound.

The third person to enter the bus to ask for money was an elderly man who was alo selling candy. He claimed to be 84 years old with no income. I was out of change by the time he arrived. Luckily, other people had recently gotten on the bus and there was a fresh crowd for this elderly man to work. I thought of my own father, who is not 84, but will be one day. It would hurt me to no end if he chose a lifestyle that led him to spend his last years going from one bus to another, selling penny candy to pay for his meals.

Sometimes I think about O's family. They have no home of their own, they have no savings, nothing between them and the street except what they earn for that day. I've talked with O about this many times. He has no savings of any kind, either. I cannot even consider him living like the old man on the bus, or working as a shoe shine man or panhandling on the street till his last day. I wonder why so many in this culture have not even a thought beyond tomorrow, or the next weekend, when they can go to a party. I know it is not just in Peru, but this is where it's been really evident to me. This morning I noticed an elderly lady, fairly well dressed, begging on the sidewalk. She looked about 100 years old, but in good health and again, clean and pressed. I wonder what her story was.

the pictures

Here are pictures of the first skein of the Superfreak (now known as Blueberries) yarn. I think it is fingering weight yarn - smaller than double knit, but more substantial than lace weight. What I will do with fingering weight yarn I have no idea. I hope there is enough to make a project with!


This is the yarn with some of the roving.

Back to spinning

I've been spending what's left of my weekend spinning up some superwash merino roviings, handpainted by Rochelle, colorway "". Well, as I've been pre-drafting and spinning, I noticed that my "Superfreak" had mutated. It's more like "Blueberry Cobbler". Just as "Squidge" changed into "Tea Roses", "Superfreak" has taken on a different personality. I'm not disappointed at all, just enjoying the way the colors are taking on a new look and formulating a new project for it in my mind. It's amazing how the most dramatic colorways change after pre-drafting and spinning. Then comes the plying and even more color changes. I love watching the process unfold. So far, I've got one 165-yards of it in DK weight, with more of the same fiber to spin yet. I'm hoping for another 100 yards of it so I can make some socks.

I've joined Butterfly Girl's subscription fiber and spindle club. It's a 3-month subscription and, every month for 3 months, Mary sends 3 ounces of fiber and a spindle for me to try. I have no idea what the spindle will be like, nor do I know what the fiber will be. It'll be a surprise every month! It starts this month, and I can't wait to see what she sends!

Camera, camera...where's my camera? Superfreak, aka Blueberry Cobbler has been soaked and squeezed and is hanging up to dry, and there's sun this afternoon! ...and I can't find my camera. Ratz. Well, there's always tomorrow.

A Letter From Daisy

I recently received a letter from my "Adopt-a-Goat" goat, Daisy:

Well hi!

This is Daisy, your perfectly perfect little goat! I'm starting to look curly again, thank goodness! I just hate the "shaved to the skin" look, don't you? All the big girls are out on the pasture, but I'm living in a little pen with Lilly, Phoebe and Charlie. They told us that we had to stay in the pen because we wouldn't stay in the pasture. It just doesn't seem fair, does it? All that perfectly gorgeous green stuff to eat--peach leaves, flowers, green alfalfa--and I'm shut up in this little pen. Darn! Well, I guess I'll have to just learn my lesson and stay in the fence. I've learned it. I really have. So would you please tell them to let me out now?

The people have started putting some white powdery stuff in my feed and they even dusted me all over with it. I like the way it feels on my nose. It tickles. They tell me that this stuff will make the itchy bugs go away. I'll be happy for that. The only thing is, it makes my grain look different. It's just not the same and I really like things to be the same.

The nice thing about my pen is that I have a very nice house to hide in when there's a storm. I haven't been wet once this summer and that suits me just fine.

That's all for now. My life just isn't very exciting, I guess, but if you'll tell the people to let me out of this little pen, things could get really exciting pretty fast!

Thanks for being my sponsor,
Daisy