I wish I could say that I’m tearing myself away from my new wheel in order to write this, but I’ve actually been running around all day today.Â
Â First, I had to bring my cat in for her vaccinations.Â Â I repeatedly warned the receptionist, the vet tech, and the vet herself that my cat hates all vets (I don’t think this applies to war veterans, just veterinarians, but I don’t personally know any war vets so I can’t guarantee this) and would probably need a muzzle.Â Â However,Â regardless of the fact that my cat growled and gave warning bites,Â it wasn’t until after the vet was bitten so badly that she had to go put several bandages on that she listened to me and put a muzzle on her.
After bringing my cat back home, where she proceeded to act as though nothing happened, I went out and drove by a couple of houses for sale and discovered that the descriptions and pictures provided online are, ahem, creative.Â I realize that current homeowners who have been through this already know this.Â But other than knowing that “cozy” really means “small and cramped,”Â I’m new to this.
THEN, as my hubby and I were collecting financial documents that the mortgage lender wants to see, we came across the requirements for breaking our lease (which isn’t up until August) and realized how expensive this could be.Â We aren’t sure, though, if this cost would be off-set by the interest rate we can get on a mortgage right now versus waiting until August after the rates have increased (which they will).
And that brings us to me writing this blog post in which I finally get to tell you about my new wheel.Â As you know, I opened up the box Thursday night after our realtor left.
After taking all of the parts out of the box, this is what we had.
After staring at all of the parts, I started reading the instructions and decided it might be best to wait until Friday when I was fresh and able to concentrate.Â So, I put all of the pieces back into the box.
When I came home from work on Friday, my hubby, who knows that I’m mechanically challenged, helped me put the wheel together.Â Thanks to him, within an hour, I was spinning!
My hubby took several pictures, but here’s my favorite.
I know that many spinners name their wheels, and I’m no different.Â I knew that I wanted a name that would make meÂ think of happy fiber thoughts.Â My hubby suggested several names, but they wouldn’t result in “happy” fiber thoughts (although some of them were funny).Â But then I remembered my trip to the alpaca ranch in California (I’d link to it, but blogspot is down and for theÂ life of me I can’t remember the name ofÂ the place)Â and the wonderful alpaca that I met.
Her name is Jolie.Â My hubby looked her name up and it’s a French name that means pretty.Â How appropriate, huh?Â So, here’s the first official portrait of me and my new wheel Jolie.