Workin’….
More to come….
I am in the studio… it is about 10:30 and hot. Way too hot to stand over a kettle… but stand over the kettle I did.
This helped a lot (thank you ginga!)

Excuse the crappy cell phone pic… the camera is at home.
So.. I am a little tired and very hot… I feel a philosophical post coming on. Something about the music and the vibe in my studio clears my head.
Stitch by stitch I am crawling towards this life as a fiber artist. I am really trying to find a balance in my life. I have the real job that fades in and out of my periphery.. my family and this dyeing life. I knit a lot, but not as much as I’d like to. I dye a lot, but not as much as I’d like to. I work a hell of a lot.. much more than I ever anticipated. I feel that my brain is constantly thinking about yarn, color, accounts, orders, and deadlines.
(so much to say… so much to say… so much to say… )
I am trying to do a lot of things… and do them all well. I am hoping that parts of my life will wait for me to be ready for them… but you never can tell. My kid is sprouting up like a weed and I hope he feels like he has my attention. Because… as much as I obsess about the yarn… I do it double time about him. My baby has grown into a little boy that can recognize Orioles players and clearly state that he wants to shred it on the ramp with “da big boys” and has a “bad elbow wike Adam Wowen” of the Orioles. The other day in the car he told me that they were both out for the season.
This life feels like it is on fast forward all the time. The shifter is stuck in overdrive. I am hoping that I can slow down at some point… but that does not look like it is a reality for the next year.
I know.. call the waaaambulance… I really am very grateful that things are taking off. I just wish there was a clearer deliniation between work/dyeing/home. The crazy thing is… I bet I would be miserable if it was easy.
Looks like it is storming outside… I am hoping that the heat will give way to a more suitable temp. I would take the high 80’s over 90’s any day..Baltimore gets sticky and agitated over the heat…. it filters into every part of your existance.
Nite folks… hope it is cool where you are!
Like a hole in the somethin’.
The cowboy recently lost the toddler “Thomas” bed. He grew faster that we could have ever imagined!
I asked him what type of blanket he wanted for his new bunk bed and he said a “bug blanket”. They are on short supply at the ol’big box chain shops. And.. I could not resist the temptation to go to the quilting store (The Seminole Sampler in Catonsville rocks!) and customize a quilt for him.
I am hoping to have it finished by his birthday at the end of August. Thank God I don’t need to sleep!
Friday:
A confident rider is born! Just in time for Le Tour!
Saturday:
Mama throws a party at the sudio! Knitters all around!
And… an actual FO sighting for Mama:
It is a 1.25 Skein wonder! Love it Stef!
Happy Sunday to you all!
The survey that I posted has given me invaluable insight into what you guys are looking for!
A lot of folks have suggested a C*EYE*BER Fiber sock club where you can choose to sign up the months that YOU want! No problem! Let’s do it!
Here are the findings from the poll:
Thanks so much for your input! Your suggestions have really helped and your words of support and encouragement make me smile!
So… here is the first of many actions based on your suggestions….
Come get yours now!
Dear Grumbling Post Patrons,
I understand the feeling when you pull up to the suburban Post Office and there is not a SUV in the lot. And, as you turn off your ignition and bouncily pull yourself from behind the wheel, you break into a wide smile while whistling a peppy tune like “High Hopes” or (for the Gen X-ers) “Allstar”. You open the post office door, feel the chill of the arctic air on your face. This is your day. Your day to get in, get out, and nobody will get hurt.
At first glance, you see the postal workers efficiently processing an order. And a (*AHEM*) young woman standing at the counter,making light conversation with the postal worker. As you get closer, the scene gives way to that of your nightmares. The woman has what appears to be HUNDREDS of bumpy, first class mailers. The postal worker has started to sweat, the smile is all but gone from your face, and the song has left your heart.
Someone stands in line behind you and makes the offhand comment “Getta load of that!”
The floodgates open and you grumble something unrecognizable like “yeah”, “online”, and “dammit!”
More patrons join in the cacophony of grumbling souls and an epic opera is born.
And, I, your fearless maestra, stares forward never making eye contact.
For I am on a mission. A grand and noble mission to bring YARN to the masses! Hand-painted and much loved yarn to places like Juneau, Alaska. Toronto, Ontario (Go Toronto, Go Canada!). Tennessee, Texas (I have many friends in Texas!). Singapore. Wales.
It is a worldwide mission of fiber love, O’ suburban grumblers of the passive aggressive set.
So, let ye’ who grumble be silenced! And, those who pull up to any post office in the state of Maryland and see a silver Scion XB be ware! Mama’s mission o’fiber love is there. And you may have to wait 15 minutes.
Much love and knitting lessons to you!
Mama-E
*PS Club, and Team Knitty 2007 orders are out! Stuff is on the way to the Sweet Sheep.
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