Insubordiknit

Mad yarns!

I've spent 10 out of the last 12 hours spinning. I'm almost caught up. Only 10 more Vitreous Humors to go and I'll be dead even. Shew. So, my point? My point is --
I've got yarns, baby.
I've got mad yarns.
But I'm too dog tired to post them tonight.

Tomorrow I'll send out all the yarns I owe (minus the last 10 VHs ordered), then I'll start spinning for the 2 shop orders owed (the end of this month and the 15th of next month), then the yarn club yarns, then another shop order (all the while spinning the VHs and tomato vines that trickle in). Summers are terrible and tight around my house but once the cooler weather starts to appear, even in little sonnets of night breezes, the yarn sales start to pay the summer's shirked bills. It's lovely and exhausting.

So, my point?
No update tonight, though I've got the yarns.
Though I've got mad yarns.
Maybe tomorrow night.
I'll try.

On another note, anyone read this blog that lives anywhere near Atlanta, GA?

Good reads

I may have to abandon my blog for this. It satisfies so many parts of me, the reader, the organizer...okay, it satisfies two parts of me. They're very important parts though. Sign up! Read! Organize! Review!

the book in my head

So, like everyone and his sister, I want to write a book. Correction: I am writing a book. Correction: I am spinning a book. Well, in this fantastic world that exists in my head it's a book, in the real world, it's just a girl with an idea, an attitude, and a wheel.

It's been on my mind ever since the segment Inspirational Spinning (on my podcast) was so fun and popular. If you don't know what I'm talking about, get yourself to the podcast page and give 'er a listen.

The idea is this -- a big coffee table art book featuring big, bold, beautiful pictures of my yarns with a facing page essay/prose pieces exploring the topic and the spinning procedure used/invented to convey the topic into the accompanying yarn. My best example of this is from episode #2 -- trickle down economics (which, actually, has already been adapted and will be appearing, yarn and essay, in Pluckyfluff's new book), or even episode #1 -- shark attack, except the pieces will be less conversational and more uh...read-y. heh. Each yarn and essay will be an exploration into a topic, however broad or specific. Here's a tiny example of ideas/yarns/essays I've been working on:

the life of a mosquito
castro
industrial revolution
lead poisoning
trepenation
the bunyip
the panama canal
hatshepsut
c sections

yeah, as you can see, the list is super varied. That's why I'm thinking it would make a great coffee table book, full of super cool arty pictures of fiber and interesting facts about a huge variety of off the wall subjects -- who wouldn't want it on their coffee table (besides my mum)?

Bill and I have been working on this together, he's a superior writer, not that I'm a total slouch, but he's actually been employed in the field, that and editing, so the essays will be a bit more than me hemming and hawing.

Yeah, so that's the book I'm envisioning/writing/spinning. It's the book I want to have on my coffee table, or at least the tin-foil wrapped plywood on cinderblocks we call a coffetable.

Anyone want to publish it?

Also, nobody steal my idea, okay? If you do, I'll be forced to step on your toe.

Up to my eyeballs in...

Help...I'm up to my eyeballs in eyeballs...

Really. Who knew that knitters were so macabre? I've been felting eyeballs every evening and spinning gore all day for a week now with no end in site. It's a good thing I like spinning these things.

There will be an update tomorrow, albeit small, I've been getting where the hell are the shop updates? e-mails, and I'm here to please. Oh, and I finally saw somebody say something mean about me (my yarns) on some random blog. I felt bad for like, a minute, then I said huh-uh.

They'll also be another blog post (i know, right? 2 in so many days? wow), all about this months yarn club yarns -- a study, each different, all the same. Should be interesting, I spun them and I'm still not sure how it'll shape up.

So, tomorrow...

Absence.

This is what I've been doing. Or at least some of what I've been doing. I'm in love with my new batch of yarns. In freaking love. I love them so much I've made 2 of them -- vitreous humor (the eyeball freakshow) and tomato vine -- unlimited editions, standards, regulars and so on. Yep, I adore these 2 yarns with so much that I don't mind spinning lots of them, in fact, I love spinning them!

Also, my parents were here. It was a lovely visit. I sometimes forget, no, strike that, I never forget but I sometimes forget to mention, how lucky I am when it comes to folks. Supportive, understanding, helpful, loving, fun...the list goes on and on. My mom flew out, my pop rode out, and then my mother, brave woman that she is, donned her leather chaps and sat sissy bar on the back of my pop's harley for 20 hours. Motorcycle mama. Really. Literally. Anyway, the visit was wonderful. Here's a pic right before they roared off, also a pic of baby bum because I just couldn't resist.

But the real reason I haven't blogged? It weighs a ton. One of my favorite people and very good friend lost her husband suddenly. It was surprising and tragic and terrible and really something I didn't feel right blogging about. I know, I know, I'm doing it know, right? Well, I'm only making mention of it as an explanation. It felt wrong to sandwich it in between a yarn raffle drawing and you know, pictures of my hairy toes or something. So instead of blogging about it, or not blogging about it, I just didn't blog. It's one of those things where I was afraid if I blogged about it, I'd get all kinds of condolences to me etc, which while nice and heartfelt, I'm sure, leaves me feeling a bit like I've appropriated someone else's grief for blogging fodder or whatever. Even though we all grieve when something like this happens, this wasn't mine, and making it so felt like exploitation. You know? I'm not sure I'm making sense, even to myself. My point is that this thing was bigger than my blog (not that it doesn't fit on someone's blog) and it just didn't feel right to me... and yet here I am going on and on. Bah.

But my friend? I love her. She rocks. It's funny and ironic, about 2 weeks before this happened her and I were estranged (heavily) for almost 3 years. Not a word. My heart broke with our friendship, another thing I didn't blog about. But then we connected. And for me it's as if our friendship was on vacation for 3 years and now it's back but nothing has really changed except there's some new tan lines and some pictures to catch up on. I'm thankful.