Not Fit To Be Plyed

Last week my friend Claire, Ava and I met at the studio for a day of rag ripping and wine drinking. Well the wine drinking started after Ava had been picked up. I brought in what seemed like twenty flannel sheets from my stash hidden in a secret vault somewhere in Lancaster County. Not sure Claire knew what she was getting into but a ripping we did do. There was single rippen and then there was team rippen, slow and fast rippin, long and short rippen. Then I went for burritos for sheets. After all was sed and done there was this huge pile of ripped up sheets lying lifeless on the floor. For the last week on and off I have slowly spinning the heck out of the rags. My plans are to spin the whole pile in a hit or miss pattern and ply them all and make some bags. I am thinking that it is going to take me longer than I thought and I think I wore the heck out of Claire. I am thinking that she thinks that I am a little crazy but she is a nice person and I don't blame here for thinking that because I may just be and am enjoying the conversations I have with those people that talk to me in the dark when know one else is around.

As of noon 'O'clock today this is what I have done so far. I really wish that I would have more than this done but you know if you stop and play your guitar or mandolin good things happen but rag balls don't. Hey if we work all the time and don't stop and pluck some strings now and then you don't have music to bring joy to your life. I heard that listening to music helps grow more brain cells. I sure hope they are right? Aren't these the cutes little rag balls you ever did see? You should see the pile of rag laying not 5 feet away. I didn't want to show you them because then you don't know how much I have to do yet and I could say tomorrow that I am all done and you would have to believe me because you have know other proof. OFF YOU GO!