I don't know. Do we believe this about Amazon? Really? I'll have book seven in my hands before the day is through? Certainly I am hopeful, but I've decided not to hold my breath. It's uncomfortable and I always bash my head on something when I pass out.
Yesterday Naomi and an abbreviated crew (just three of her brood) came and painted in the shop. It makes the work go quick, having extra sets of willing hands to wield brushes. Things are looking more finished, except for the whole needing new carpet thing, which I hope to take care of this coming week. Big dilemma there, though I think I'll use the small local company, rather than big box construction store. The dilemma is with the bigger company I can get one year same as cash, on my handy-dandy store credit card. Small, local company only offers 90 days interest-free. Then again, it's only the front three rooms of the shop... about a thousand square feet... but, then again, I have a lot of stock to pay for. A free pass for a few more months on payments would be a nice option, since this is all happening without a business loan. Gah.
Today I'm knitting on the second 'Darla Dimple' sock. They didn't start their life with that name, but grew into it happenstance. It's the first time I've knit the cotton-blend Opal sock yarn, in one of the 'Hundertwasser' colorways, and I'm not hating it anymore. I despise the nasty Boye needles I'm using, but the Brittany size 0 birch needles snapped like toothpicks, and even my beloved Crystal Palace dpns were suffering under the cruel reign of cotton. I bent them horribly, as I am a vain knitter, and tend to cram as many stitches into an inch as humanly possible. The Boye needles are cheap, tough, slippery with the cotton, and very effective in this particular instance. I will not ever repeat that statement, nor will I ever again admit to using Boye needles, but there... you have me on record this once as saying I've touched them. But only because of the cotton. I'm running back to the woolly Opal as soon as the 'Dimples' are done. We won't speak of this again.
Next up: the monkey socks. I have wanted to make them for months now, and have a willing accomplice on the west coast who is knitting them also. She just kicked a staph infection's bum, and I, for one, am so relieved. It could have been so much worse. You rock the sock knitting, Stephanie... I'm pleased to have made your acquaintance. Later, all you knitters... who are all too engrossed in the book to even be reading this blog... Cami