Wow, how time has flown! The fiberfest went welll, and the nacent Nalbinding group has grown. We picked up a few members unexpectedly. I invited one lovely lady to come back to Just For Fun, next year, to help teach the nalbinding and pjoning activites, which she graciously agreed to. At the annual board meeting, after I turned down an invitation to take on the VP for next year (still have a year on my current position, and still am not a member of either of the guilds listed in the charter) I stated that I HAD to have help at Just For Fun! Collin came up to me afterwards and low and behold, I have another volunteer. Chris is  my first. Neither are local to here.

 With the Makers Faire rushing up on our tiny nalbinding/pjoning group, I asked the two of them if they wanted to join us there. Wow! Suddenly, the plans started gaining momentum, and we had quite a successful day there! Amy brought her  tools, we did a doorprize drawing and vended a bit, in addition to teaching and demo-ing. I think we learned a lot. 

We were also invited to do the Smithville Community Fiber Festival, at the Mischler Weaving Mill. While it is only their second, it is a juried show, so that is cool. It is also later this month, so we have to keep up the momentum we gained. We already made T-shirts for most of the group, so I just have one or so to make. We have our banner, hopefully our Facebook page issues are at least temporarily under control (bot attack), and we now have a meeting room at the library, twice a month. (We can nomad about the place on the other weeks.) 

Of course, this was the week Hubby took a header down the basement stairs. We joke that the stairs are fine, since normally, the only thing damaged is the house, when he falls. This time the house fought back, so I missed the first meeting-room meeting (Amy took over) and spent the day at the ER. I sent pictures to the family, and sent our youngest to work. The next day was the worst, with Mr. Stubborn No-Sense being, in the words of our youngest, an "out-of-control brat." He kept insisting on going down the basement, and getting on the computer, both no-nos. We will be married 50 years later this month if he doesn't do anything drastic, beforehand. Will we take an overnight trip??? Who knows?