I thought this yarn would be here tomorrow, but whoopee! The UPS man came today!
This isn’t even all of it, bunches of it is already priced and put away. I’m sitting down to cast on a new project** for a few minutes before I get back to it. This is not waht I’d planned for today, but sometimes we have to just roll with it.
TTFN-
Suzanne
**I HAVE TO. It’s a store sample. <——-my story, I’m sticking to it.
Students in the color and design class at MQR are learning about color and making their own color wheels out of fabric. I wish I had time to play along, but instead I’m processing photos of yarn.
99 photos of yarn to process, 99 photos of yarn….
I got a little bit punchy yesterday and realized that I could use some of my thumbnails to make my own color wheel. Sort of. It’s not really a wheel, per se, and some of the colors aren’t quite exactly the right….color…but it’s pretty close.
You’ve probably now got that song stuck in your head. Apologies. I don’t know what it is about my brain, but I nearly always have a song stuck. I mention them on the blog occasionally, but I try not to do it too often, or no one would read my blog anymore.
Lately, it’s been really bad. The boys have been saving for Guitar Hero III for their Wii. After their birthday, they had more than enough so we took a trip to the bank (to deposit half the dough) and took the rest to the store. The thing with Guitar Hero III is that you can’t just play the song once. You have to play it, like, about 10 times. Which is torture for a person who gets songs stuck in their head. I had Hit Me with Your Best Shot rolling around for days. Then it was Slow Ride. For awhile yesterday, I had the theme song from the TV show Malcom in the Middle running through my head. I don’t know where that one came from, as it’s not from the game.
And now, just writing about it, I’ve got Hit Me With Your Best Shot running again. Time to turn on iTunes and see if I can get something different stuck.
And I’m sort of sorry for getting one or more of these songs stuck in YOUR head. Sort of. Sometimes I feel it necessary to share my pain. Makes me feel a little bit better.
Suzanne
Well, in an hour it’ll be time: I’ve managed to go for many (many) weeks longer than usual without a haircut and it’s dire, people. So dire. It’s so long, I can use a single long barrette to pull back both sides and only need two bobby pins to keep the strays in place.
Dire.
I’m tempted to have her shave it completely off. But then my husband would complain that I spent good money when he’s perfectly willing to shave it for me.
I’ve been taking gazillions of pictures of yarn (to put on my shop website) and actually filled up my 2GB memory card the other day. Now, of course, I have to spend the time to process all of those lovely files.
Here’s one to make you drool.
And the photo doesn’t even do it justice. It’s that gorgeous.
In taking all of these photos I kept finding myself thinking that a particluar color was my favorite. No wait, this one is my favorite. Or this one. I want to make something out of every single skein of yarn. Even the orange is yummy, and I’m not a huge fan of orange! Seriously. My addictive personality is…in trouble.
Speaking of being in trouble. Mark and the boys brought this amazing cart down to the shop from my Mom’s house yesterday.
It’s a South American Wedding cart, circa 1950. I need to take better pictures of it. It’s really amazing. Take note of the little head in the window on the right, though.
Katie came down to the shop with me for awhile. I was in trouble with her, though, because she could see all of these people! And Cars! And activity! On main street — but darn it all, she was stuck inside.
She came down over the the weekend, too, while Mark was hanging curtain rods. Every plastic package he opened, or anything either of us carried around in our hands, she was certain was FOOD. She sat in her beggar mode or jumped up to try to sniff or get a look at whatever we hadn in our hands.
Yesterday I caught her chewing on the bits of cardboard the boys have been leaving around. (They are cutting up boxes and making various…things…mostly weapons, I think. Don’t you love boys?) I guess I need to take some dog toys or bones to the shop with me if she is going to be there.
And don’t worry, she is NOT going to be door greeter. She will likely NOT ever be at the shop if there are customers expected. Or if there are customers, she’ll be closed up in a room. Where she’ll be barking and whining, so pretty much…she’ll stay home most of the time.
Time to quit procrastinating and get some more of those yarn pictures processed. Have a great day!
Oh, and I need to count the minutes until my haircut!
Suzanne
The yarn?
Or the boxes the yarn came in?
Tough call if you are 8-going-on-9 and love Calvin and Hobbes.
The 4 big boxes turned into robots, a transmogrifier and a duplicator.
Personally, I was more impressed with all of that yarn from Cascade. Yum.
