I had to make an early morning (okay, it was nine-thirty) run into town to open the doors for the ladies to be carried in by burly furniture movers. Readers, meet the ladies...
Pretty, aren't they? They are for the knittas who will frequent the shop. More precisely, I would have to say they are for a certain tall redhead, and a Harley-mama... except I know two such knittas. I'll just change out the personalized lumbar pillows (in the design phase currently) when the other one is present. And I keep meaning to show off some of my swap-yarn... this one is called "Karma" and I just love it. Good call, Stephanie. A most excellent color combination, and one I can't wait to dig into. Behold...
Obviously, a person who got sleep on a routine basis could've taken a better photo, but I think I captured the color range pretty well. Palest blue, to bright turquoise, to brown, to green... a nice, Lilly Pulitzer kind of green. I don't like anything half-way, and most assuredly not wishy-washy colors. I love this colorway. Sadly, the other skein is unavailable for comment, but it is also beautiful; a cobalt blue, cocoa, and ginger colorway called "Cannon Beach". More lovely 'Yarn Pirate' yarn. I'd do a link, but I'm ready to fall over, just from the effort of breathing, it seems. But I can't sign off for the day till I show you this:
You know in the Bible, when you get to the boring histories of everybody (and so and so begat so and so, who begat so and so... for *ever*, until you long for another plague or a good whore story just to break up the monotony...) well, this is what Carrie 'begat' at my house... see the two balls of cotton on the left? Looking for all the world like they don't even like each other, let alone ever consider breeding. Ha. Do y'all see what happened in my house today? Seven balls of dishrag cotton. Seven. I'm going to be knitting 'warshrags' for quite a little while, with all the breeding of string going on here. I only ran into the store for a minute, en-route to the post office to mail off the rag-tag box. I never saw this coming. Gotta go do a bit of inventory inputting now. Type at y'all knittas later. Unless I get buried under a pile of cotton skeins. Apparently they breed like rabbits. Cami
