Hello, it is I, Robo Dizzy. I don’t know why I am here. But I found this USB cable laying around and decided it would be fun to connect to the Dizzy Sheep Server and see what’s going on.

Everyone has been very busy at the office lately and I’ve noticed a lot of inbound shipment activity and -click- ooo, this is exciting!

Hmm interesting. I had no idea the Dizzy Sheep Server had access to this. And what is this strange restricted storage area – and wooowww, the Internet!

Bzzzztt!

Hello, it is I, Robo Dizz-

Beep! Beep! Beep!

Hello, it is I Robo Dizz-

Beep! Beep! Beep!

Hello, it is I Robo Dizz-

Yaaarr! I must amass more users!

Hello, it is I, the Great Merlino Woolio here to tell you that after peeking into the cosmos, I might know of an exciting event on the way!

And for the low, low price of $9.99 I'd be happy to fill you in on the details and give you your own personalized horoscope.

What's that?

Alpacaraca already told you about a fabulous event this weekend?

I... I see.

Well perhaps I can still interest you in your own personalized horoscope?

I sense... fuzzy...

Hello, it is I, the Awesome Alpacaraca here to tell you your wish is on the way!

That's right, sometimes I can actually be magical and grant wishes.

I don't want to give it completely away, but you might want to rest up, make sure you are well stocked with coffee and as usual, check out the Ravelry Group for the ensuing hilarity this weekend.

Oh I'm so excited!

Errr umm, hi.

So it's like this - I'm not really supposed to be on today's deal. I'm not sure if it was supposed to be Dizzy, or Alpaca - who knows. But apparently everyone else had some interesting story to tell, but found something more interesting to do, or was busy preparing for something or maybe just wasn't paying attention.

Honestly, it's hard to say.

All I know is it falls on me to come out here and admit it. I know it sounds ridiculous, but - the dog ate my story.

There. I said it. That's the official line.

You might be asking yourself, dog? I haven't seen or heard about any dogs on Dizzy Sheep.

All I can say to that is - no comment.

After Minnesota, my travels took me to Michigan. Stitchystitchy and Daughter brought me to this great farmers' market.

Unfortunately,  there was no clover to be had. If you ask me, that's a gold mine just waiting for some motivated entrepreneur. I mean I'm sure a clover stand would be a big hit at any farmers' market - I know I'd be there!

I was tempted by some tasty looking organic garlic, but I was pretty sure Stitchystitchy would have sent me on to my next destination shortly after downing a few cloves. Dizzy Sheep, now with garlic breath. Baa haa haa! Oh that would be awful, even for me.

After the market I met - wait, let me make sure I get the whole title right - Her Majesty Isabella, Queen of Castile, Leon, Aragon and the Stitchy Residence.

Apparently my unbalanced ways were not quite up to Her Majesty's tastes and we just left it at formal introductions. I think she'd get along quite nicely with Fred though, they would probably have a proper civilized meal and discuss the finer points of the unfortunate decline of recognition of royal heritage in today's society or something of that nature.

Oh my gosh - so much to tell everyone!

Since everyone else was, I decided I too was on vacation. Even though this whole Flat adventure is pretty much one grand vacation, I just didn't want to feel left out.

I'm currently with Sarbah77 after having a lovely visit with Stitchystitchy, but first I need to talk about my nice and quiet little vacation stay with CatSaysKnit in Minnesota.

It was great to just unwind and lay low, which involved Target and Wii, some favorites of course. I also observed the mud room and laundry room construction which is going quite nicely. I can't say enough good things about mud rooms, they are a very important room in the house, especially for a sometimes slightly messy sheep!

I had a great time relaxing and hanging out, thanks CatSaysKnit!

So then I was off to Michigan...

Hmm? Oh yeah, hi there. Yes, I'm back from my little vacation.

Marshmallow what? I wouldn't know, I was on vacation.

Labor Day what? I wouldn't know. I was on vacation.

How was my vacation?? I wouldn't know I was - 

Oh wait - it was fine. It's the Monday after vacation, I'm not even really awake or here or something.

Marshmallow, come tell another story while ol' Fred takes a nap!

The final episode of Four Sisters and Their Magic Yarn Shop.

Here are the links to Part7, Part 6, Part 5, Part 4,  Part 3, Part 2 and Part 1.

Let’s see how the story ends.

Krista, Larissa, Sabrina and Veronica clicked their knitting needles and repeated “There's no place like our shop, there’s no place like our shop, …”

And everything started swirling, round and round …

The next thing that Krista heard was this obnoxious sound.

No, it wasn’t her alarm clock, and this wasn’t a dream caused by too much pepperoni pizza before bedtime!

The noise was the street cleaning machine going down the road to clean up the mess from the twister / Godzilla / flood.

The four sisters found themselves back at the shop and immediately started to tend to customers as if nothing had happened. Six o’clock came and it was time to close the shop.

SO, did these things really happen on the opening day of their shop?

Perhaps for a small bunny, I did tell a tallish tale.

But indeed there were some cranky folks who came to the shop with dropped stitches and left with stitches restored and a much better outlook on life.

And the shop community did share knowledge so that all might strive for no mistakes, for the most even tension, …

Of course the UPS delivery man frequently arrived with many large boxes.

And many folks learned to spin.

To be sure, the landlord was always paid and there were many storms weathered.

Godzilla may not have ever shown up covered in Musk ox fur (or even in the mythical Mush ox fur), but the Corriedale-Finn Ramboullet cross sheep roving was still wonderful to spin.

And of course there was a far away land, even though virtual, with a wonderful group of passionate knitters and a great moderator.

But what of Nadia’s magic box?

Perhaps the box did not contain magic, but she certainly did leave a wonderful spirit with the shop.

With much spirit and hard work the shop prospered.

But speaking of Nadia, she did appear again one fine day.

The four sisters were very happy to see her, and of course the question was posed about the magic box.

Nadia told them that there was nothing magical about the gift, but that the magic came from them!

So, the love the four sisters had for each other and for fiber was the magic; the magic to make their shop the best in the world.

Indeed the magic of the shop was not the hocus pocus or the mystic type, it was the magic of transforming simple fibers and yarns into beautiful creations, the magic of teaching someone and watching skills develop, the magic of a group of folks enjoying knitting and spinning.

The moral of the story: no magic gift is required.  For given the desire, you already have all that you need to overcome all obstacles and prosper.

As far as what was inside the box, Nadia said that the small ceramic sheep with the fuzzy wool was very special, but a bit lightheaded – a dizzy sort of sheep. But that is definitely a different saga!

The End?

No!  This is not the end, but the beginning of the rest of the story …

I hope you enjoyed sitting around the campfire and listening to my tale of Four Sisters and Their Magic Yarn Shop.

And thank you for helping to create the story.

Enjoy knitting/crocheting/spinning, and often!

    Marshmallow

The continuing tale of Four Sisters and Their Magic Yarn Shop – Part 7.

Here are the links to Part 6, Part 5, Part 4,  Part 3, Part 2 and Part 1.

I bet you did not realize that opening a shop could be this much fun!

Krista, Larissa, Sabrina and Veronica were standing outside the shop, staring at this huge …

… twister!

It was not like any twister that anyone had seen before. It appeared that Paivatar, the Goddess of Spinning, was visible in the clouds and it was her spinning that created this mammoth vortex.

But then out of the swirling debris of the funnel cloud came …

… Qiviut Godzilla!

Yes indeed, the twister had picked up Godzilla from Japan and the violent winds transformed its normally reptilian hide to Mush ox fur before dropping the beast near the shop.

From inside Dominique shouted out – I want that exotic fiber to spin! It will be warmer than sheep's wool and finer than cashmere!

In the midst of all the confusion, Sabrina asked, “Is that snow I see?”

Ignoring her, Krista pointed and said, “Look, down the road – not twister, nor Godzilla, nor even snow.  It’s just a MASSIVE wall of water heading for us!”

Indeed the combination of a twister and Godzilla was too much for the dam – it had burst!

Larissa noted, “This can’t be good, unless everyone is planning on felting today.”

Before the sisters could enter the safety of the shop they were swept down the road and dumped into the surging creek, which carried them into the raging stream, which eventually dumped them into the torrential river.

Before they ended up in the sea, the river slowed and became peaceful enough so that they were able to work themselves over to the bank. Half drowned, coughing and sputtering they managed to drag themselves from the water.

The sisters found that they had landed on the outskirts of a town.

Strange, but wonderful folk gathered around. Veronica asked, “Who are you?”

One of the locals stepped forward and explained that they were a gathering of passionate knitters who had fallen into the spell of this stability challenged sheep.

“We have no witch and we have no wizard, only this silly sheep. Perhaps you should see our moderator – Quiana.”

Quiana welcomed the sisters, “I’m glad I was here and you did not have to travel down this yellow brick road, for that journey would have held many adventures.” – hmmmm, perhaps another story for another time?

The sisters said to Quiana, you have a nice group here, but what are we to do? How will we get back to our shop?

Quiana told them, “Close your eyes and tap your knitting needles together three times. And think to yourself, there's no place like our shop.”

The four sisters who never traveled without yarn and needles clicked their needles and repeated “There's no place like our shop, there’s no place like our shop, …”

And slowly everything started swirling, round and round …

The next thing that Krista heard was this obnoxious sound.

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What did she hear? I know! But do you?

Feel free to take a guess and see if you are correct. Post a Comment to the Blaaag or use the Contact form.

And the story continues …

I’m all clean from yesterday’s s’mores.  Sticky stuff is interesting to remove when you have fur, but I'm now ready to continue the story of Four Sisters and Their Magic Yarn Shop.

Here are the links to Part 5, Part 4,  Part 3, Part 2 and Part 1.

As you recall the landlord had entered the shop, twisted his long mustache and yelled, …

… “You MUST pay the rent!”

To which Sabrina replied, “I CAN’T pay the rent!”

 “You MUST pay the rent!”

“I CAN’T pay the rent!”

“You MUST pay the rent!”

 Sabrina was thinking, “Where’s a hero when you need one? “

Then she exclaimed, “Wait – I DID pay the rent!”

To which the landlord replied, “I know you did, but I grew this mustache and found that I had this uncontrollable urge to play an evil landlord like my brother Snidely.  I really came to see your your shop and wish you all a great and grand opening!”

The landlord also hoped that Veronica had gotten over the parking lot sealing incident - but that's another story!

Krista told the landlord that he should shave off his very long mustache and let Dominique spin it up so that someone could knit him some socks.

Everyone had a great laugh!  Who had ever heard of Mustache Socks? And for men no less!

It was afternoon and more customers came to the shop.  Some were there to shop for yarns or fiber, some for help, some to knit or spin.  There were refreshments to eat and coffee to drink while perusing all the patterns -- so many patterns, so little time.

Everyone was impressed with the shop and even enjoyed the boxes scattered about containing treasures that had not been put on the shelves yet.

Then not to let a dull moment occur for very long - surprisingly, but probably expected by now, the village alarm sounded!

A village person dressed as a policeman stuck his head in the door and announced: “Head for cover - quickly!”

Larissa stamped her foot and exclaimed in an exasperated voice, “What now!?”

The four sisters went outside to find folks scurrying in a panic.  A look to the north made it clear that a calamity was heading towards the shop!

There it was, as big as life and twice as terrifying …

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What was the terrible sight that the four sisters saw?

You decide! Post a Comment to the Blaaag or use the Contact form - what do you think they saw:

• A twister?
• Godzilla?
• A wall of water?

And the story will continue …