Golda's Bath

Dear Mom,

Golda has been having some serious hen-hygiene issues.  She desperately needed a bath.   Did you know that there is shampoo made especially for chickens?  

 Wash...

and rinse.

She was quite sweet through it all...and I believe she felt better after her bath. 

Golda spent a few hours by herself in the hospital cage, perching quietly while her feathers dried.   Marge and Gloria rushed to her side when she rejoined them.  I'm sure Golda bragged to them about her spa treatment and is now dreaming of becoming a "show chicken"!

Love, Bonnie Jo

A Wool Gathering! and . . . . I Know You're Out There Watching Me!

Dear Mom,

This past weekend was my favorite weekend of the year, A Wool Gathering at Young's Dairy in Yellow Springs, Ohio.  It is a weekend filled with all things fiber!!  My BFF Brooke, the Diva and Pipsqueak loaded into Doris and off we went for a Sunday afternoon "spin" . . . . 

Baby Alpacas . . .

Baby Bunnies. . .

Weavers of dreams . . . . 

Storytelling Musicians . . . 

A true Scottish Gentleman . . . 

Even Pirates . . .  Arrrrggg!

We spotted another vintage spy car  . . . 

We met up with stalkers friends who stalk follow us (I know you're out there watching me!) on our blog!!   Sandy and Paula are very proud of you, Kim, for your pattern publishing ventures and they LOVE reading about Bonnie Jo's suburban country life . . .

I bought some beautiful fair isle gloves that have texting fingers and thumbs!  I said to my BFF, "But I can knit these myself!" and my BFF wisely pointed out to me, "But think of how much faster you will get them done if you just buy them now!"  Ya gotta love a BFF that points out the obvious . . . .

This was overheard during the afternoon:

Lovely Woman:  **sigh** I would really love to learn how to spin . . . . **sigh**

Typical American Man:  You mean you have to learn to do that?

So we giggled, rolled our eyes at the Typical American Man and decided it was time to finish our day with Cow Patty ice cream . . .

. . . . Later that night . . . . . 

I was being my barista self at Starbucks and on our wall of adventure, this had been posted:

(crummy iPhone photo)

Before ya'll get too excited, it's NOT  five hours of spinning wheels for the cure . . . it's five hours of spinning bikes for the cure. . . . .

Love,

Wendy