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Yes, I’m getting anxious. But then, I’ve got that third-trimester semi-panicked thing going on. Big time. Patience is nowhere in my name right now.
I want to be shaping butterfly wings right this instant, but I suppose I’d best mop the kitchen floor while it’s so nice and cool. Ugh.
Good Dog, I’m boring, aren’t I? ROFL.
Cooler today but no sunlight so I’m going to have to get over my pathological need to take pictures *next* and move on with what I’m doing. And do some serious housecleaning.
I ripped out the hair I’d put on one of the little beasties last night and replaced it with a beret. I love, love, love the result. Like all of these critters, it makes me smile. Hopefully it’ll make y’all smile, too.
If I ever get a decent picture of it!
I had no idea that I’d need mad photography skillz so much for crochet. 🙂
But Oh. My. Goodness. can they be destructive from time to time. I mean, I know that a pair of toddlers is pretty much a recipe for disaster if they aren’t closely supervised, but from time to time they outdo themselves in truly stunning ways.
I went shopping today without them, and had a fine time. As a matter of fact, I feel pretty guilty because I took a bit longer than I probably should have. I got all blissed out shopping alone and lost track of time, lol. In any case, I came home to what I can only consider my just reward: an entire corner of my bedroom festooned with obnoxiously tangled yarn. The majority of the skeins I’ve been working from had been ripped down off of their shelves and ripped apart.
I can’t tell you how sad that makes me.
These are the times when I struggle with being someone’s mother. It seems so often like I have so little that’s mine. I feel pretty crowded most of the time, to be honest. Part of what I enjoy so much about crochet is that it *is* mine in a funny way that I can’t exactly explain. It’s both something I do for myself and something that provides a weird continuity with my life before I had kids.
They don’t understand that picking that particular thing to destroy was more hurtful than just about anything else they could have chosen. And they were punished appropriately before I even got home. But I’m having a hard time not going completely nuts at them anyway, because they took the one thing I’ve been holding on to for sanity and arranged it so that I can’t enjoy it properly. I can’t afford to replace it all, and really, it doesn’t need to be thrown away, since they didn’t do any actual damage to it. They just made such a mess of it that it will take hours of patient work to untangle it all. Is it really so much to ask that I be able to spend my very limited crochet time actually, you know, crocheting?
*bangs head against wall*
I was on such a roll, too. Well, up until a couple of days ago, anyway. Yesterday there were other problems, and today it was 95 (!) degrees and we stayed out of the house all day. Tomorrow it’s supposed to be at least as hot and I’ll be gone all day, too. And the next day. Bah! I was aiming for the shop-opening at the start of next week, but I’m having trouble even being managing to be home at a decent time to take a picture (since the macro setting is pretty useless without copious natural light).
I do so miss air conditioning. We’ll have some around here as soon as we figure out what we did with the hardware we need to mount the damned window unit, which we apparently put Someplace Really Obvious when we moved in a couple of years ago. LOL!
Anyway, I’ve got me an idea, I just have to sit down and play with it. Maybe I’ll go do that now. In thread, because it’s so hot that yarn no matter how small feels, well, yarn-y. *snicker* You know what I mean, though, I suspect…
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I’m having such a terrible time getting anything done. It’s like the mere intent to work throws off weird vibes that disrupt the entire household. What’s up with that? I know the husband has troubles with the same thing from time to time. It’s starting to make me wonder if the house is haunted.
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I’d planned on picking up the cotton. The RHSS was a $1 clearance item, the black $2.50. I grabbed some anyway since I am was so close to out of it. I’ve been going through black yarn like crazy lately.
Thank God H. Lee Scott hasn’t taken my crafts section away. Yet. He’d better not. OTOH, he’s doing away with all of this crazy talk about the need to rein in Wal-Mart, since he’s killing it anyway. And that makes the world a more peaceful place, doesn’t it?
I have everything in line now to be able to open a shop at Etsy. I just have to get *my* ducks in a row and get photos taken, descriptions written, and all of that good stuff. I don’t figure it’ll take me more than a week or so to really get everything in order.
I am So. Freaking. Excited. about this! Also nervous. But really excited. Yay!
I’d forgotten the thing existed, until I was talking over crafts past with Jay the other night and it popped into my head the way these things seem to. And just the way these things seem to, it showed up again today in my wandering around the web.
I love the way the world works sometimes.
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It’s probably past time for a substantive post.
I don’t have much, though.
I’ve been thinking about what it is that I want to do when I can actually get a shop opened, but the conclusions I’ve drawn aren’t something I’m ready to send out in the world yet. Does that sound weird? I have this habit, though, of sucking the life out of things before I can even get them going because I talk them to death before they can happen. I need to *do* first and point to what I’ve done after, if that makes any sense. Otherwise they don’t get done.
I need to go through and pick out what I’m going to put over on the other site as possible direct sales and get pics while it’s sunny this afternoon. I’m terrified of doing that, but it’s a nice way to possibly sell off some of what doesn’t fit with the theme that’s beginning to evolve in my work, and maybe make us a little less desperately broke at the same time.
Not that this is desperately broke. There is, after all, more money we know will be coming. Truly desperately broke would be if there was no income in sight.
I really need to feel less useless. Even if nobody goes for any of it, just trying helps.
More later.
I’ve been quiet because I’m about 98% sure I’m going to move this blog any time now, and I have this strange reticence about continuing to post knowing I’m going to be moving it, even though that makes absolutely no sense since it’s just as easy to move another post or two as it is to do what’s already here. Just one of those things, I guess.
I’ve been on a serious cleaning binge and haven’t gotten much work done the last few days, so there’s not really anything to report on that front.
Er, that’s about it. 🙂