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I’m a big twitter fan, but I’ve not used my neatlytangled account that much. I’ve decided to go back to it, though, and I’ve also installed Twitter Tools so that you’ll get a daily digest of my tweets here. This is more useful than it might seem, since it makes it possible for me to tweet from my lunch hour (which is when most of my fiber work is getting done at the moment) and have it show up here at the end of the day. So that bit about sock knitting not being my thing? You totally would have seen that. *g*
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Well then. I certainly wasn’t expecting to take quite that much of a break. Silly life, always getting in the way of my better intentions!
I’ve been absolutely blasting through my pile of UFOs, so there ought to be some yummy stuff in the shop in the next week or so. Mostly dishcloths of one variety or another, and at least one pattern that should be ready to list at Etsy and on Ravelry tomorrow. So it’s going to be quite an exciting week that way.
I’ve also been managing to finish off some little side projects of my own, mostly of the knitting-is-fun variety. Eventually I’ll have FO pics to share, but I’ve got to clean off the camera first.
Also? Tracie from Shade Tree Crochet has been pattern testing for me and I have to tell you all that she is absolutely the most fantastic person to work with! I almost don’t want to tell you how awesome she is because I want to keep her awesomeness all to myself, lol. Seriously, though, thank you, Tracie! You’re incredible. 🙂
And I think that’s about it for the moment. If you don’t hear from me for another little while, I’ve jumped on the looking-for-a-day-job wagon, so things are a little busy that way, too. If anybody needs an admin type virtually or in SE Mass, let me know!
See you soon.
Thought I’d give it a try, because I figure the best that can happen is that they bring in a little sorely needed cash, and the worst that can happen is that they are problematic enough in one way or another that I have to take them down. They’re set so that nothing “not safe for work” should show up. If you see anything objectionable, drop me a line (neatlytangled at gmail dot com). I’ve got the thing set to run without my interference, since I’m not at my computer all day to be able to babysit it.
We’ll see how it goes.
The awesome thing is that I’m running my behind off because the shop is busy. Yay! It’s been steadily taking over the time I had set aside for everything else, though. Good problem to have.
Today’s agenda: finish a pattern I’ve been working on. Silly to have willing tester(s) and no pattern. Maybe a run to Joann’s/Michael’s, since both have Sugar ‘n’ Cream on sale this week and my big order of it won’t be here for another few days. Keep the kids out of the husband’s hair so he can work. Laundry.
Pretty average Sunday. 😀
Of course, that’s partially because I can’t remember what it was I was going to write about. Which, I suppose, begs the question: if I can’t remember what it was I was going to write about, how do I know that this isn’t it? 😀
I’ve finished a few things in the last few days but in all of the blog drama I seem to have broken the upload function on this thing and I’ve gotten rather too absorbed in making it work right. It would be far simpler to just put the things on the server and then, you know, link them, but that wouldn’t be nearly as satisfying as frittering away a week’s blogging time kicking WordPress in its virtual behind.
So if you’re wondering where I am…
I’ve had this post sitting open in my browser for a couple of days, because I have a lot to say about it that I can’t seem to manage to say. Most of them probably involve sounding like a crazed fangirl.
But really? She’s right.
It’s ridiculous that it’s so hard to just *do* what you know you can do, that so many of us have such elaborate mental barriers. It’s freaking ridiculous that we talk ourselves out of doing things that we love. My favorite way to do it is to assume that if I enjoy a thing, it isn’t serious. And why does it have to be serious, anyway? I struggle with this every day, since we’re having some challenges around here right now that makes time sort of ridiculously precious. Doing something fun seems so wrong, *even if it’s productive in a more traditional, money-making sense.* Somewhere along the line I picked up the idea that it doesn’t count as work unless you hate every minute of it, that the highest badges of honor only go to those who are miserable.
Gotta ask: who needs a steeeenking badge, anyway?
I love making dishcloths. Are dishcloths serious? Not really. But they’re useful and they’re fun to make and I’ve gotten a lot of pleasure out of making tons of them and trying them myself and handing them out to friends and refining the damned things until, 6 months later, I feel like I’ve made the *perfect* dishcloth. And soon, no doubt, I’ll set out to work out another one, because I love my dishcloths. Love them.
But…they’re *crocheted.* From *cotton.* Oh, the horror, the horror…
Being online is such a mixed blessing. Because for every CLF that builds you up, there are 12 naysayers sitting *right there* telling you you’re doing it wrong. The sheer amount of brutal snobbery I’ve seen in some places recently…whew. It takes precious mental energy to repel that stuff. I’ve been trying to practice telling the world to go f*** itself lately, but it’s not easy at all. My best solution has been to avoid even coming in contact with the places I know I’ll find that sort of thing, or people who’ll sneer at me, however politely. Because you know what? Just. Don’t. Need. It. Not right now, not ever.
In any case, I’m glad the CLF exists. And I suppose I’d best figure out which design(s) in progress to whip into shape and submit for the book. Hey, I’ve got to try…