This is ridiculous. How in the sam-hell am I supposed to find the time to do all the required typing of data, when this notebook keyboard is just. all. wrong. Buttons seem squished together (they are, duh.) and I haven't mastered the no-mouse thing. And my backspace button, which I use all the time, seems to be sitting where I can't reach it. I'm not even going to 'share' with you how many times in this post already I've accidentally typed a series of 'equals' signs. Ugh. It's enough to make a crazy person, well, *nuts*.
On the upside, I got three complete accounts logged into the inventory, but I'm waiting for my Brown Sheep and Schaefer orders to arrive. I think there are a few accounts I'm going to keep vague, like the "artsy" yarns. If it's a one-of, or a handpainted grouping, what is the point of assigning it an item number? Or the huge order of yarns for fulling (it has become a peeve of mine... just today, I think, that no one uses the proper term for shrinking a knitted item.) I shall use it. Y'all just keep up, k? Anyway, all that Nature Spun worsted, seventy six colors in all, does *not* require meticulous record keeping. If the wall looks a bit wan on blue, I'll order some. It isn't that huge of a shop. I have all the fabric grouped by designer, rather than particular print. This will suffice until I have an e-store running at the same time. Which, without a geek... I have *no freekin' idea* what hole Megan the wonder-geek fell down, but I'll need a bit more assistance if she's going to get those socks ('Motherlode' from Lorna's Laces) on her piggies.
In other news, I'd like to inform all rag-taggers that the 'ball band' dishrag is taking forever. I'm soooo glad I opted for the hexagon-shaped one, even with the bobbles and eyelets. 'Cuz after the eyelet rounds, it gets twelve stitches smaller every other round. Keen, huh? I sure thought so. Brilliant design. Of course now I'm mired in the ball-band version, in a sky blue/lime green combination. You'll see it when I'm done. Right now, I'm remote blogging from the dining room table, trying to get used to this stinking laptop. It's the no mouse thing that's killing me. Tried to buy one at Target yesterday, while shopping for temporary yarn displays... do you know how hard it is to find 'Vista' compatible anything? It was like we'd entered a giant, time-sucking worm-hole... it even took an embarrassing amount of time to find a gig flash drive that would work. Annalea, I'd love to follow your advice, but there is seriously no extra cash bits, and the lady helping me with Quickbooks got a little panicky when I mentioned the swap-out to her. So many details, not enough brain cells.
Well, I think I'm starting to get the hang of this keyboard, now to spell-check and be done for the night. Tomorrow will find me in the shop, kid less, in the morning, then hopefully knitting with some of muh knittas later in the day. With a lovely, temporary wire-grid structure mucking up my rockin' yarn and fabric shop. Btw, my mother has declined an invite to come help (i.e. babysit her devil-spawn grandchildren for free) because she'd be "in the way"... y'all don't know the extent of my wrath. Just wait till she needs a nursing home. I might not be a very careful 'shopper', if you get my meaning... until tomorrow, when I hopefully will be better rested, less cranky, and possibly wearing underwear. Lazy, lazy girl... Cami