Yikes, it’s been a year since I posted. I haven’t been very good with picture taking of my projects and getting the pictures off my camera. Expect when it comes to new spindles, I have acquired four bossie in the last year, three of them special ones. My latest special bossie is actually a mooie spindle, came today. I discovered in January that the list for moosies were open again with expectant delivery time in the spring, so I jump on the list and had a really short wait compared to what seems like everyone else.
My package with the moosie was suppose to be delivered yesterday but got a bit lost on the mail truck and didn’t make it. I was very surprised that the spindle arrived today since last time a package got lost on the mail truck it took about a week to turn up and it was found because it was stepped on by the mail-person. I’m assuming it was either found this morning or last night, I thinking it was the former since when I checked tracking today since the package wasn’t resorted before going out for delivery.
Oh, I almost forgot when I got my email notify me that my moosie was being shipped Shelia sent out a very cute email. I thought I’ll share it with you.
(Bosworth Wire Service) On a cold, blowy Wednesday afternoon,
Maynard (MA) residents under big umbrellas witnessed a magical
paradeof Moosies, gracefully moving into town from the Acton
workshop of Moosie-makers Jonathan and Sheila Bosworth. The
sure-footed Moosies nosed along the street and sidewalks, past
the golf course, the new senior housing apartments, and the
big CVS drugstore to reach the cozy Maynard Post Office.
Ignoring the beeps of the traffic around them, the Moosies had
a last minute nosh on shrubs along the bank of the gurgling
Assabet River before strolling into the Post Office, where
nonchalant clerks checked their papers, sealed and stamped them
for travel. One at a time, each Moosie rose to the peak of the
Post Office roof to take flight into the sky above, scattering
north, south and west from the former mill town. They floated
over the revamped mill, the old brick school renovated into a
new library, and over Jonathan and Sheila’s favorite Thai restaurant.
The flying Moosies were cheered on their way by pedestrians
bemused by the whoosh of their flapping antlers and the honking
horns of frustrated drivers wondering what’s holding up traffic.
Wisps of luscious fibers drifted from the sky as the Moosies took
to the heavens and disappear from sight.
I’ll try to do some catch up posts over the next week about my other three spindles, knitting needles and what I’m currently working on.