Yes, it is official.
Today I am Old.
Okay, enough of that. I'm still kicking, so let's move on.
I promised a contest, and a contest we shall have.
Here's the deal: make me laugh about turning 60.
There will be two winners, one chosen at random by some means yet to be determined, and one chosen because s/he made me laugh until I peed my pants. That's not really so hard to do when the laugh-er is a 60-year-old female.
And the prizes? Oh, the prizes.
One is this skein of hand-dyed silk from Chamomile Connection (she has an Etsy store, too)(Huh. I bought this yarn at Shepherd's Harvest, a fiber festival in a northern suburb of St Paul, but she lives in New Mexico. So much for *local* fiber.).
100 grams and 650 yards of lusciousness.
Am I generous? No, not really, I bought two skeins but have since decided that a 650-yd scarf would be plenty, no need for a full scale shawl.
The second is this skein of hand-dyed sock yarn from Pippi Knee Socks. The link is to her Flickr stream; her website seems to be gone.
The colorway is Free Tibet and is guaran-damn-teed to be full of good karma; she chanted Tibetan prayers or some such over the yarn as she dyed it. Once again, I have two skeins and one is plenty for a pair of socks. 3.6 ounces, approximately 400 yards.
While googling for images of "60" I came across this, where a 20-year-old model was photographed to look like 10 years old, 20, 30, 40,50, and 60. Here she is at *60*:
Yeah, that's how I look at 60, all right.
But the comments are interesting. I especially liked this one.
Besides, 60 is the new 40. Look at Sophia Loren, Raquel Welch to name a few... No, nothing to fear about being older. Enjoy it to the maximum.
ETA: Let's make the deadline for entries midnight on Wednesday, August 12. That's CDT, although midnight anywhere is acceptable :-)