Sarah Jane Humke

The life of a traveling, reading, writing, spining and knitting shepherdess.

There is really nothing much better than getting real mail and the past 2 days have been most excellent for that here at The Old Chapel.  Monday I received my graduation pictures from Florida.  Still haven’t gotten my diploma yet, but that’s ok.  Anyway, I had ordered a package with four 5X7’s in it to …

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So, I have been a very bad blogger!  Are you gonna spank me now?  Huh?  Didn’t think so.  I know that I’ve been bad but I actually have a pretty decent reason for it.  I was in the US for the past week+ and I didn’t have a whole lot of internet connection nor time to connect. …

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I am fully caffeinated for the first time in about 2 months.  Yesterday, I went out and filled big blue (my trusty 52 ounce insulated mug) up with flourecent yellow Mountain Dew goodness and ice and drank deeply.  It was oh so good.  I think that I finally understand serious drug addiction.  So, I was slurping …

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Ok, so I am not going to say anything about blueballs, I just couldn’t stand not using it.  I accidentally typed in blueballs the first time I tried to type bluebells.  What can I say, that’s where my mind goes!  So, I’m sorry if you found this post hoping for a cure for blueballs or …

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Today I got this package delivered to me.     It is from the British Wool Marketing Board.  I placed an order with them for both some posters and some wool for spinning.  Today, I got my posters, as well as a few other goodies.  I ordered the posters to help decorate my attic yarn …

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This week I started a project journal.  I want to be able to look back and see what it was that I made and what kind of yarn it was and where this object ended-up.  Since nearly all of my projects are given away, this is a thing to track.  I have my “things I’ve …

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Today I found the local boarding kennel.  I say the as there is only one that is, what I would call, nearby.  It’s in a small village (about the same size as Ivinghoe Aston) called Horton.  Every time we drive through it I think or say, “Horton hears a what!!!?!?!“.  It’s an illness, I really can’t help …

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