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Tweets for October 13, 2009

  • Folks interested in the Drafting DVD: You can order it here: #
  • @sameknit: Order from IW; I don't have time to do the fulfilment before SOAR! #
  • @insubordiknit omg CONGRATS! #
  • My copy of my DVD is here! Thank you to Interweave's Linda Ligon, and to @LouetNADave for sponsorship! #
  • I'm ready for my nap, but since I'm neither very very young nor very very olde, I don't get a nap. Rats. #
  • @cockeye @thegeorg: my boss told me I was too old for a nap. Or too young. Or both. I hate her so much. #
  • @cockeye she's at least as bad as @depravedDyer's boss. #
  • @depravedDyer let's agree to never, ever let our bosses meet each other. They suck. #
  • @depravedDyer oh, @yarnharlot's boss is just vile. My boss has talked to her, and that just meant trouble. #
  • Whoops, that last tweet didn't happen. It's gone now. We're not testing new web site features, why do you ask? #
  • @travelknitty I didn't say it. My boss did. #
  • @depravedDyer maybe we should all go work for @cockeye 's boss? #
  • Aw crap the work day is over; it's time to collect a manchild from lego club. On the bright side, beer o'clock when I get home! #
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Drafting: The Long And Short Of It DVD!

FedEx just brought me my copy of my first instructional DVD! Drafting: The Long And Short Of It, from Interweave Press and sponsored by Louet North America, is an advanced beginner to intermediate level workshop in DVD form. One hour long, we get into the meaty topic of how to fine-tune your yarn to get the exact results you want.

Continue reading Drafting: The Long And Short Of It DVD!

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Tweets for October 12, 2009

  • Respect the Spindle signed preorders at 212! Next prize: 225; 5 more prizes at random at 250. #
  • @sameknit that's weird… it does for me. #
  • @sameknit I'll put it on the list of things to check in the nearing-completion redesign #
  • This just in: I'm wearing last year's fat pants. Not this year's — last year's. This was a by-SOAR goal so… yay! #
  • I favorited a YouTube video — DVD Preview: Drafting – The Long and Short of It by Abby Franquemont #
  • @colorlessblue the video actually lists all the fiber, and @LouetNADave is doing a kit with the exact fibers. 😉 #
  • @colorlessblue there are several used; in that clip it's the Louet Carded Coopworth. #
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Tweets for October 10, 2009

  • RT @threesheeps Spinning Loft – 10% off EVERYTHING in the store and special prizes! #
  • @depravedDyer I just want you to know I heart hearing you say "See a man about a mill." #
  • I'm about to take over abby's twitter Cornillia-Marie STYLE!!!!!! #
  • Haha, that's what happens when you're a family of computer dorks and have VNC enabled on your box. #
  • My better half would like to know if @spunkyeclectic a) watches Deadliest Catch and b) likes it Cornelia Marie style. #
  • @spunkyeclectic that's how you can tell he's actually met you and stuff. You should hear what he asks @threesheeps. #
  • OMG we just hit the 200th preorder for Respect The Spindle. Just so you all know, I'm entering all 200 in a drawing for 10 prizes. #
  • If we hit 250 signed preorders before 10/21 when I'm stopping preorders for 11/9 arrivale at warehouse, there'll be more prizes #
  • @threesheeps tell Stephanie I'm totally gonna quote her on that. #
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Tweets for October 9, 2009

  • @fiberqat: there's a run of the pygora blend ones planned for Morgaine to have at SOAR also. 😉 And she may have some left from Rhinebeck #
  • I find crap like this perturbing:…35962.html #
  • Just looked at the little mini-pond in front of the porch. We got 2.5-3 inches of rain overnight. #
  • @sameknit i think it depends; for instance in a fiber biz if it's festival time, longer. #
  • ohhhh CRAP, is Monday a postal holiday? #
  • well then this package has to go tomorrow. for sure. Augh. #
  • Oh yeah sooo……995950866/ and…otostream/ #
  • It's still a few weeks before the books are in and ready to ship. I expect to ship my pre-orders right after SOAR (1st week in Nov or so) #
  • @wednesday I'll take preorders up till the 20th; on the 20th I'm gonna start confirming addresses, ship in early Nov. #
  • @dennyknits I think it's YOU forcing all your friends to write books, you know. #
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Tweets for October 8, 2009

  • LOL @ThermadorHome , we had a 36" dual fuel range and we loved it and still regret not getting the same again when we moved. #
  • Working on limited edition pygora blend batts exclusive for Caroolina Homespun, some in time for Rhinebeck! #
  • @depravedDyer I am so looking forward to getting to know Tina Watson better. #
  • @threesheeps it's confusing when you travel, I have to make @spunkyeclectic share the angry dome with me. #
  • I'd make @dennyknits do it but she sucks at being in the angry dome. #
  • The limited edition pygora blend batts are really coming out beautifully. I just might steal one for myself. #
  • hrmm twitter seems broken. #
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Tweets for October 7, 2009

  • This is really just a test of some terrific work @jmdodd has been doing for me. #
  • This, too, is really just a test. I think it's working. #
  • @threesheeps i heard justin was dating miley cyrus. #
  • Hey, someone remind me if Mercury is retrograde, and if so, until when. #
  • @littlemousling you know what's funny is I was just putting an NPR show on my ipod to listen to in the car. #
  • Huzzah for the new motor arriving. Work work work. WORK WORK #
  • Here's what Cardzilla's new heart looks like: #
  • @jmdodd and I'm so grateful that you're figuring this stuff out so I don't have to wrassle it. Much love. #
  • batt count for today is only 54. Gotta really crank them out tomorrow to get caught up for the 60 or so I didn't do yesterday. #
  • @helloyarn: Don't get a Viking; we wish we'd gotten another Thermador instead. We loved our Thermador. LOVED LOVED LOVED. #
  • @helloyarn the Viking has needed service 3x in 3 years. #
  • in my next life no child I have will be a picky eater #
  • I made him spaghetti carbonara with fresh parmesan because we knew he wouldn't eat the dinner dad and I wanted #
  • he's eaten this lots before. but tonight apparently it has a strange texture or smell. WHICH IT DOES NOT. #
  • he can eat the rest of it or go live in someone else's barn. Sick of his crap. #
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A Day In The Life, Part II

0640: Past time to get up, really. I let myself linger in bed far longer than I meant to, but man, did it feel good. I told the already-up-and-cerealed manchild that yes, he could have some computer time before going to wait for the bus, and deployed the travel-sized coffee grinder because the big burr grinder has been steadily breaking for the past 6 months, and yesterday, really refused to grind. Once I got over it enough that it was funny, I kept mumble-singing Memphis Minnie, amusing myself greatly, not sharing the joke because I’d just have to explain it to pretty much anybody I tried to share it with.

Today, we’re going to do a real productive day. Really for real this time.

0720: The morning bookkeeping’s done, first email pass done, and I’ve written a few things we need from the market on a post-it. Boy’s gotta go down for the bus in 10 minutes, so it’s about time for us to start the dance where I ask him why he isn’t ready, he says he can’t find his shoes, and I say that if he were to put them by the door, then he’d know where they are all the time, instead of having them randomly be anywhere in the house where he happened to kick them off. It sounds like it’s drizzling. Had I realized that, had I been thinking, I might have not bothered to make coffee, driven him down to wait for the bus in the rain inside my car, and then headed to pick up those few things from the market and just coincidentally, you understand, found myself buying an enormous latte. But, no: I blew off a lot of work yesterday and it’s all gotta happen today, so there will be no using the guise of altruism and responsibility to go get myself a coffee treat.

0725: But it’s raining kinda hard. So maybe there is. He is gonna get a ride to wait for the bus. I don’t do it often but… every now and then… if the weather’s foul… and it is… We’ll just see if, while sitting at the end of the rather long driveway, I change my mind and just do happen to go where there’s espresso.

0820: Oh fine. I caved. Perhaps excess caffeine will make up for the productivity I gave up yesterday when I sat down… and stopped moving for most of the day. So in about 2 minutes when the liquid strength is gone, the workday begins in earnest. No playing. It may be a day that calls for extra-loud, extra-toe-tapping music, because the truth is that doing production carding is a slog and sometimes it can be brutally hard to keep on going.

0915: Brief email wrangling of the most urgent variety. Oh god, why didn’t I clear out more email yesterday? WHY??? My first spinnng workshop DVD is getting close to market and there’s work to be done towards Louet building a workshop-in-a-box kit with it. I’m excited about it for sure. There’s also tech edit work to be done today. There aren’t going to be enough hours. The batt shipment I hoped to get out this evening is either going to go Saturday morning, or Monday. See, this is why I hate sitting still. Actually, I like sitting still and taking a break sometimes, but the truth is that afterwards, I always seem to wish I had that time back.

1015: My wonderhusband brought me new tunes for working to. This time, it wasn’t even a trick — like the mix CD he made and left in my car, which turned out to be beyond a rickroll: it was entirely made up of New Order extended dance versions. I finished up a batch of 26 batts bound for Amy King in Maine, part of the order I keep hoping to finish and ship tonight. I named it “OMG It’s October.” Because seriously, OMG, it’s OCTOBER, people.

1130: Could be lunchtime. If it’s fast. I break to meet my husband in the kitchen and see what’s there to eat.

1152: Had a lovely quick lunch of leftover brown rice, chicken, peas, and cheddar cheese. Back to the grind.

1335: Almost done with the second-to-last batch of batts for Amy’s order. Worked on it through a tech editing call and a call about lining up one last thing for SOAR materials. There’s an outside chance I might actually get this order done today… and then too, I just remembered today is the day school sends home midterm report cards. Seriously, already? Yeah. Seriously. Wow.

1400: One more smaller batch to go. I can do that in 3 hours, surely. Batt count for the day so far is 52.

1440: On track, but taking a 5 minute break for my feets and a pint of water.

1600: I’ll be working late, but I’m finishing this today, fer cryin’ out loud.

1630: Reviewed the midterm, and because he failed to turn in 2 language arts assignments, letting him pick a fast food dinner is off the table. My better half is heading over to spend the evening helping his dad with his new computer, so at least nobody will hate me for working late tonight. Dinner’ll be a quickie: tortellini, which the kid loves. Another half hour or so of work to go before I break for dinner. But since it’s Friday night, I’m treating myself to a hard cider while I work late. Had to spray the cat with water for jumping on my hard-working LaserJet again. Grrrrr. Will she ever learn?

1730: Just about done. All that remains is bagging and tagging and getting it all in the box and to the post office, but that’s for tomorrow. Not a bad day’s work: 88 batts all told, which is a record for me, and therefore, I’m not going to kick myself any harder for the slacking off this week. I made hundreds of batts. No wonder my feet are tired.

1800: Dinner handled and back to work.

2010: My better half is home and I’m knocking off batts. Made some headway on the ones that have to happen next week… perhaps enough to buy myself time to take off and go get a massage, which I’ve been trying to reward myself with for a while. Heading to the family room to watch a movie with my family, while working on that DVD copy on my laptop. Usually I’d spin or knit or something, but I want to get this done and my hands are really, really sore from carding so they need a bit of a break.

2255: Bedtime. That writing isn’t done, it’ll have to be first thing tomorrow morning, around 0600, at this point. I’ll be sound asleep by 2330 and awake by 6 whether I like it or not, even though it’s Saturday. It’s been that way for at least 2 years now. So tomorrow’s getting that box shipped, finishing that writing, and a range of household chores like sweeping and mopping the kitchen and doubtless doing some laundry. There’s always more of something to do.

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A Day In The Life

A few minutes shy of 0600: Up, and down the hall to my office. It’s late September, so it’s still fairly dark. Not as dark as it will be when Daylight Savings Time ends, though. I have no empathy for people who enjoy mucking with the time of day twice annually. Pick a time and stick with it. This spring-forward-fall-back crap is just stupid. I have to start coming to grips with it well in advance nowadays or when it happens, it really frustrates me. But anyway. In my office, at first, I don’t turn on the light. I just make my way to my computer chair and shake the mouse so my monitor comes on. I’ll turn the actual light on later, once my eyes have gradually adjusted a bit more.

I do my first email pass — several accounts, just a nuking of spam and cursory check for anything life and death. Really, just for stuff that’s life and death. I only want to deal with big things before coffee, nothing small, you know? I read my horoscope, look at the weather forecast, and make the second email pass, in which I flag things for actual reading and followup once I’ve got the coffee. I check for blog comments, sometimes look at Ravelry.

Around 0630: If the manchild isn’t up, it’s time to wake him up. But he’s been good lately about getting himself up, good about taking a shower without nagging, good about making his own breakfast… and so while there’s still morning stuff to be figured out, it’s much less than it used to be. I start downloading transactions to balance accounts, household and business, and go to make coffee. During the seeming aeons that it takes to brew — really it’s 3 minutes — I start emptying the dishwasher, reloading it if need be. And here’s where a major personality flaw of mine comes into play. I can’t make coffee for myself first thing in the morning, because if I walk into the kitchen and the first thing I see is dishes in the sink, it ruins my day. It flips my crabby switch and I can’t turn it off all day. But I’ve learned that if it’s a little later in the day, after I’ve done something else, if it just isn’t the very first thing, then I’m okay. I may gripe for a few minutes, but then it’s over. I used to always do dishes before bed, one last pass just to be sure… but for various complicated reasons involving living with other humans, that hasn’t worked out for me in over a decade. And now, to be honest, I’m usually going to bed dead tired, asleep on my feet.

Around 0700: I talk to the kid through all of this, about his upcoming day and mine. Sometimes I rant about how someone spilled orange juice and didn’t wipe it up and now it’s sticky and gooey and more work to clean up. I think of that as an homage to my own parents pointing out the same stuff, or as inevitability. Sometimes I have toast for breakfast. But I always have my massive cup of strong coffee, adulterated only with heavy cream. It’s a vice I’m unwilling to even consider forsaking.

0730: The kid’s off to school. Me and my coffee finish the bookkeeping, invoicing and the like, and tackle some of the needs-handled-today email. In a perfect world, somewhere in the past 90 minutes is when I’d be getting blog posts done. It was, for a long time, and I need to refocus. And in my other perfect world, this is also when I head out and go to the gym to spend 30-40 minutes on the elliptical trainer. I do well with that up until a really busy time hits, and then I can’t make myself do it, because I need every minute to get work done.

About 0800: This is when the workday officially starts. It gets pushed to 0830 if I’ve hit the gym, or if I’m blogging or something. The first 2 hours, even email and blogging, don’t count. At 0800, that’s when I either start production, get cracking on a major project like an article or book, or tackle whatever big thing it is that needs handling. Today, it’s a production day, and I’m 15-20 minutes behind (but this is forgivable, because after all, I’m blogging). I have batts in progress in the studio and this is Wednesday. Wednesday is early release day for the city schools, and so the manchild’ll be home at 1530, which means stopping then at least to welcome him home, find out about his day, and commence with any necessary homework nagging. Plus, lunch is usually half an hour, shared with my husband in our kitchen… but today it’s a working lunch out with one of my retailers, so it’ll be longer. So my production time is short today — not more than 5 hours considering that after lunch, I’m making a midweek supermarket trip.

About 0830: On the way into the studio (it’s such a hike — it’s the bedroom next door to the one that serves as my office) I gather up dirty laundry and start a load. I put my hair up tight and wear close-fitting clothes, because I’m going to be working with a motorized carder all day. This means tooth-covered rotating drums. Nothing dangly. No way. I take the phone with me, and I play loud music. I have until 11:30 to grind out batts.

0900: The in-progress batts from last night are done. I weigh them, bag them, and move to the office to print labels and put them on the invoice. I doublecheck that the order I finished yesterday is all there, invoice is right, stickers are right, and so forth. That’s 6 big bags, and I haul ’em downstairs and see what I have laying around for a box, since I’m delivering them today at lunch instead of shipping. So far this morning, my music library has spit out some Al Green and some Steely Dan. It tried to spit out Ice Cube, but I clearly haven’t had enough coffee for that yet.

1030: Halfway done with what should be about a 24-batt batch. The third load of laundry is in. Musical high points have been June Carter Cash, Bill Monroe, The Spinners, Three Dog Night, Judas Priest, Bonnie Raitt, Muddy Waters, and ZZ Top. I take a quick email break.

1130: Time to break, clean up a little from the carding work, find a respectable t-shirt at the least, and get ready to head out for lunch with Susan from Ball and Skein in Germantown, Ohio. She’s my local dealer — Germantown’s about 45 minutes away — and we’re doing a batt handoff, plus we really need to see if we can’t firm up a date for me to do a workshop at her fabulous new shop space. It’s a little chilly today, proving fall is really here, whether anybody is ready or not. Lord knows I’m not. It’s 53 Fahrenheit (about 12C) and breezy and I’m coming to grips with the idea that sandal season may genuinely be over.

I’m about halfway through the last blending pass on this batch of batts, so after lunch, I’ll finish that up and then do the final finishing and sizing pass which makes the batts come out more or less even in size across the entire batch.

1430: Home again, home again. Checking email with intent to get that batch of batts done before the workday is totally over. This evening is also a wash for productivity since I have to go to a meeting at the kid’s school. Also, it’s time to move the laundry again.

1530: Kid’s home. The homework checking has been completed. I’m proceeding to try to squeeze out the remaining batt productivity I can before dinner. I feel like I’ve gotten nothing done today to speak of. I always feel like that on Wednesdays no matter what.

1700: End of the production day. My better half cooks dinner and I hang out in the kitchen with my spindle. Kid’s done with his homework.

1800: Everyone’s fed, the kitchen is tidied, and there’s 45 minutes till I have to be at a school meeting. Sounds like time to fold all that laundry. Mmmmmm.

1845: Off to that school meeting, visions of coming home to a beer dancing in my head. Well, the visions are dancing in my head; I’m not envisioning a beer dancing in my head, because that would just be weird.

2030: Home. That’s done. A beer and a little bit of spinning should round out the evening nicely. I think I’m going to refuse to look at the computer for the rest of the night. What a strange and unproductive day to have chosen to try to do this day in the life post. I’m going to have to try to do a more normal one sometime… supposing I ever figure out what that would be.