12 May 2017 06:16 pm
ursulas_alcove: 19th century engraving of a woman using a drop spindle (Default)
I'd love to tell you how wonderful my life is. I'd love to show you magazine quality photos to make you wish you were me. I can't manage that. That'd be too big of a whopper for even the most accomplished liar. I'd like it if you visited my webpage or even I should have even more stuff out later today. And as always, if you saw it at a show but don't see it on the webpage, give me a hollar.

The old webpage is being taken down. The email is changing too. You can give me that hollar at Hopefully I will get the hang of Google's menu soon. The business is being streamlined, cutting back outdated services and adjusting for our older equipment. The phone number is a landline which will be going away as well as the UrsulasAlcove web domain.

Today was a day of applications and disappointments. Verizon does not serve our area with FIOS nor will their HSI work without the additional landline cost. Comcast is still giving our equipment fits. So we are searching for an affordable service provider, not that I don't enjoy the public library, but it is a bit of a walk. Other disappointments include no financial help with medications, a grid-locked state government that may delay any property-tax rebates until they pass a state budget, and not enough sales to pay the bills. No actual productive business time was achieved in what seems like weeks. All-in-all a bit of a bummer. Add in a cold overcast day and it is a perfect recipe for depression. I keep thinking of Willow.

Madmartigan: [He and Willow have entered a fortress empty, save for petrified beings] Why did I *listen* to you, Peck? "Everything will be all right once we get to Tir Asleen". Well, the only army around here is the one that will ride across this valley and wipe us out!
Willow: But Cherlindrea said we'd be safe here!
Madmartigan: Safe? Look at these people! This place is cursed, Peck. It's falling apart. Open your eyes. And it...
[Steps in a pile of troll dung]
Madmartigan: Troll dung!

Here's hoping for better days! Let's take on Bavmorda tomorrow. It'll be fun.
ursulas_alcove: blakes 7 (We're all gonna die!)
I worked really hard on two commissions. One was a hat. Sometimes hats take a couple of tries to get to the right size. The fellow wants it long enough to go over his ears. The first try in April yielded a hat the right size but not long enough. The second hat I played with colorwork and it became a smaller size which is still sellable but not big enough for him. Sigh. Ever get tired of looking at the same color over and over?

Today I worked on a triangle scarf. The client supplied the yarn. She wanted an airy summer scarf. The yarn is worsted (as in spinning tip-to-tail, not thickness) alpaca in a bulky weight. A blanket I could make with it. A scarf, no. So I thought bulky yarn on the triangle loom might make a nice scarf. It could be a loose weave. I spent five to six hours on it. I took it off the loom this morning. The yarn was so stinking slippery. I washed and blocked it. It slid so there are holes everywhere and then locked into place as it fulled. It's horrible. The twill pattern is ruined. The scarf/shawlette is not something I would show to anyone least they think I'm a lousy craftsmen. Someone with patience and extra ribbon might be able to needle weave embellishments into it to salvage it. Right now, I am not that person. I'm disgusted. Inappropriate materials! Lost production time! No immediate renumeration!

So I have lost time and have no products to sell to my clients desiring a bespoke piece of art. The rain moved in. My body is in pain from what I put it through today plus the weather. To make matters worse, other yarn started talking to me today, telling me what it wants to be. I started on a new project to get the taste of a bad project out of my system. I wove half of a new shawl. I have crates to dress and yarn to wind for next weekend's show. Why am I playing around on the loom? At least the 5/2 cotton is wound and the crates dressed nice and pretty. I have an entire crate of 10/6 hemp to skein, dye, wash, wind, and label. Over 10 pounds! Well, nothing makes you as productive as the last minute.


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