Ok, so, really only a morning in the country, but I couldn't pass up the chance to hum a little Sondheim.
Anyway!
Tomorrow morning I am accompanying my mother, some of her guild members and some of the London Handweavers and Spinners guild to a goat farm! Wellington Fibres is about a 30 minute drive from home. They raise angora sheep, which produce mohair. Mmmm...mohair. I'm taking a camera with me. And some cash. But the debit card stays at home.
While I am out playing with goats, Fred will be at home baking this cake. We're going to a pot-luck Hallowe'en dinner party tomorrow night, and he decided while flipping through my Martha Stewart catalogue, that this would be our contribution, and that he would be making it.
I should be home from the goat farm by about two, just in case.
3 comments:
Have fun with the goats! And even more fun eating the cake.
Ok ... I gotta know how the cake went!!! Did you get pics??
Ooh, what did you buy? Do you have pictures up yet?
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