For those of you unfamiliar with our little corner of the world:
I am a knitter, spinner and general all-around crafter. I am not good at introspection and I don't have any clever, deep insight into why I enjoy making things so much. I just do. Work demands intrude into crafting time more often than I would like, so I compensate by grabbing every spare minute I can. Hence, my reputation as the weird mom who knits her way through baseball games, soccer practice, 4-H meetings, band concerts -- even in line at the bank drive-through.
I have been married to my wonderful long-suffering husband ("LSH") for fifteen years. He puts up, with very good grace, with my hare-brained schemes and general nuttiness. Sometimes he exercises his veto power. More often he just shrugs, sighs, and goes along. He runs his business from our house.
We have three boys: Primo, Secondo and Terzo. Before you lodge a protest with DYFS, those are not their real names, though those names are not unknown in the family of my italian-heritage father. The boys are (usually) the root of the majority of the madness around here.
We live in New Jersey on a small farm. We primarily raise sheep, but we also have chickens, vegetables, flowers and a rabbit, plus a dog and barn cats.
Let the record reflect that the sheep were my LSH's idea. I voted for llamas.