I’m contemplating getting a deep freeze for my fiber. I know that sounds nutty, but I’m so scared of getting months. Whenever I buy new fiber, I’m always nervous about what could be tagging along. If I had a deep freeze dedicated to fiber, I could cycle everything in for a month at a time to make sure nothing survives, just like I do with rice and chiles. They say a regular household fridge isn’t really cold enough to do the trick, but when I checked our old chest freezer before it crapped out (which is totally my fault, and a long, boring, and embarrassingly stupid story), it went way below zero not ever cranked all the way up. I can’t remember the exact number, but I think 5 or 10 below was plenty for a moth egg death squad.
Hm. Actually, there’s still an old freezer in Eskridge (our extra buildings that are waiting patiently). I think I’ll go plug it in this weekend and see how cold it gets. If it does the trick, maybe the boys who use the gym for basketball will haul it over here for me…
Yay! It’s no energy star, but I could just run it when I’m cycling in new wool.
What do you call the girl version of the loincloth? The one that’s more like a miniskirt toga? I can’t think of anything but loincloth, but it covers far more than one’s loins. Anyway, I’m finishing one up for the cave girl burlesque act.
I met with Amie (Etta Vendetta) yesterday after powwowing with Kelly Sue and Laurenn about the names of each act. We hammered out the titles, and corny set/prop items. And if you’re in or near KC and you’re a magician or ventriloquist who wants to perform for free in between acts, email me! So far, we’ll have some dirty jokes in drag, some bad comedy, and Kelly Sue emceeing. I’m tempted to hula hoop and drink beer as a suitably lame tweenyact, but I’m afraid I’ll get stage fright and drop my hoop. Unthreatened, I can hoop forever. I used to do it to attract people to our garage sales.