Note from a concerned friend this morning:
Darling, I know you’ve been tired lately, but I hafta tell you that you dyed your daughters instead of your wool! Good colors, though. And they don’t seem to mind. I’m afraid to show my daughters …
xxxx
Francine
30 pounds of wool is all there was… what else is there to do?
Carding, carding, carding today. Spinning around to the sounds of Pomplamoose. I find it is IMPOSSIBLE to be anything but joyful while listening to them. Go ahead–give it a try. 
Here are 3 of my faves.
oh my gosh! Pomplamoose is the nickname my mom gave to mollie! she used to be a french teacher and she tends to use french words in her daily life. and mollie’s little head is so small and perfectly round like a little grapefruit (which pomplamoose means) that it stuck. cute huh?
Oh so cute. And such a good word. One if those that just feels good to say.
xoxo