In blogland. Really. As opposed to this blog, where it is boring most of the time. Why, one wonders, why is it that pure navel gazing, such as blogging, is sometimes burdensome? Is it that my soul cries out against the narcissism that is blogging? Or is it because I am a slow knitter/quilter/spinner? (Not. Buying. A. Fleece. At. Maryland Sheep and Wool. Really.) Or is it because I am really, really lazy?
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You don't *have* to buy a fleece there, it's not required. I'm glad (and terribly jealous) that you got to go.
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