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February 2023
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Killer taste.

“Nobody tells this to people who are beginners, I wish someone told me. All of us who do creative work, we get into it because we have good taste. But there is this gap. For the first couple years you make stuff, it’s just not that good. It’s trying to be good, it has potential, but it’s not. But your taste, the thing that got you into the game, is still killer. And your taste is why your work disappoints you. A lot of people never get past this phase, they quit. Most people I know who do interesting, creative work went through years of this. We know our work doesn’t have this special thing that we want it to have. We all go through this. And if you are just starting out or you are still in this phase, you gotta know its normal and the most important thing you can do is do a lot of work. Put yourself on a deadline so that every week you will finish one story. It is only by going through a volume of work that you will close that gap, and your work will be as good as your ambitions. And I took longer to figure out how to do this than anyone I’ve ever met. It’s gonna take awhile. It’s normal to take awhile. You’ve just gotta fight your way through.”

-Ira Glass

I blogged about this and then Linda gave me this quote. I love it. I cannot express how much I love that Ira Glass expressed this so perfectly. Maybe it’s not even that your taste is “killer” but it is exacting and the stuff you make when you first start out will most probably not meet your exacting standards.

Of course, this is me, so I didn’t stop there. I went looking for Ira Glass and found this:

I love Ira Glass now.

su-su-su-su-such a long time long time

So I disappeared for about a month. During that time we had our neighbors over for meals. It’s kinda awesome having people that are so nice come over and hang out and eat. Bear and I really appreciate them. They all live across the street. The neighbor directly across from us pretty much keeps to her family and isn’t so fun to talk to. So our favorite neighbors are a lady across and to the left. She’s lives alone and works from home. I’ll call her Left. Across and to the right are the happiest couple I’ve ever met. I’ll call them Mrs Right and Mr Right. We shared the wonder of ackee and saltfish with Left. She’s Bear’s favorite neighbor I think. Mr and Mrs Right came over for steaks and a football game after they got back to the US from a funeral in Europe. They are the kind of people who are genuinely interested in people. So they thought my spinning was kinda fascinating and our TV was awesome and the steaks Bear made were the best ever. They are a joy to be around.

I’ve also been spinning on the fiber pictured here on the same wheel in that post. I finally finished the whole whack of it. 8 oz split across 2 bobbins. 2 ply, low twist on the singles and high twist on the ply. It drapes like you wouldn’t believe. I hated spinning it. The silk got EVERYWHERE and the fiber just felt too droopy. I like it a lot more now that it’s yarn. I’m sure I’d love to knit with it, but I think it’d be awesome to sell. There’s about 1200 yards of fingering weight. That’s an incredible whack of fiber and would be great for a project. I’ll probably take pictures later.

So I basically spun 8oz of 50/50 merino silk in the last month and then plied it and I found out that my wheel spins like a dream. Worth every penny when I’m spinning the wheel to the right. The second I try to ply/spin to the left, it turns into the crankiest bitchiest little beast you’ve ever met. I think the wheel needs to be named Jekyll and Hyde. I messed with the wheel and then I googled and the I went on ravelry and finally I think I might have an answer. I need a second drive band to spin in the opposite direction. I hope. If I don’t find a solution, I’m probably gonna be kinda upset. As much as I love my Fricke, I was hoping that could become the training wheel for my mom or someone (if I ever found anyone who wanted to learn how to spin). For now it’ll have to be my plying wheel.

Linda, the title is from the song Stuttering by Ben’s Brother.

when morning came

I’ve had 5 hours of sleep and I really want the world to stay dark and rainy. I understand that I can’t control the weather but I would really love it if I could just for today. I do wonder at myself and the correlation between too little sleep and wanting dark and stormy weather.

The pictures I have were clearly not taken today as they are bright and shiny. Kinda makes me wish I wasn’t posting them, but it took me almost 3 years to create these stupidly simple things and I’m determined that it shouldn’t take more than week for me to actually post them.

These are the poster children following through on your promises no matter how long it takes you. When I started these leggings the little girls they were supposed to be for were ohhh 3 and 5. They are now 6 and 8. The younger of the two did try on the blue leggings at Christmas… 8 months ago. And they did fit her. Granted 8 months is forever for a 6 year old and she’s probably shot up like a tree that just hit an unlimited supply of water. The good thing is that I did plan this a little bit. The red leggings are bigger and there is a third sister that is now 3. Soooooo I actually made the leggings for a 3/4 year old and a 5/6 year old… just the oldest is now out in the cold. Since these are for ice skating, I mean that almost literally.

Lets give them names. I don’t think I’ve talked about these girls before on the blog. They don’t tend to feature so much. From eldest to youngest, Pippi, Lucy, and The General. You’ve never seen a sweeter bunch of sisters. They’ve got a new baby brother that’s got to be throwing their family into chaos. I don’t know him so well yet. I’m kind of sad about it, but that’s the price for the choices I’ve made. I’m good with it.

So, I think what I’m planning is to talk their parents into letting me know what Pippi’s new ice skating outfit looks like and making her legwarmers too. She shouldn’t be left out. I really shouldn’t have taken over 2.5 years to do this. Just sad.

Oh, weird thing I found out? They pull the legwarmers up to their hips, like they are pants almost. I’ve always seen them worn from the knees or mid thighs down. I thought that was kinda interesting and funny.

(Linda, song title is from The Trapeze Swinger by Iron & Wine)

blankets on the beach

I’m cranky and the AC is off at work and my tomatoes have septoria leaf spot which is a fungus that gets on the leaves and then eventually kills them, which in turn eventually kills the plant. My husband has the sads. My cookies ended up salty. (The cookie equivalent of chocolate covered pretzels. Not what I was going for even if they aren’t inedible.) The weather is turning hot and humid.

SO! Time to look at all the pretty handspun yarn that I’ve got sitting in my house. Momma did a photoshoot for me before she left. I just spent about an hour trying to make the colors less eyesearing or trying to get the details back into the yarn (some of the photos were taken in direct sunlight).

WARNING: Lots of pictures follow.

(Believe it or not, I actually made this last one LESS eye searing. Red is hard to photograph yo.)

Little story. For a while almost all of the above yarns were “lost”. I could not for the life of me find where they might be in the new house. Momma found them when she got here. She doesn’t even live with me anymore and she still finds things when I lose them. She’s a talented momma. I actually was getting panicky that I had lost them for good. When I found them, my chest actually loosened a bit. It makes me wonder if I could actually sell ‘em.

(Linda, title is from the same song as yesterday. I’m in a rut. I liked the idea of these yarns being my blankets on some irritating sand. Also, the AC just kicked back on in our lab. I’m taking it as a sign. The yarn is good luck.)