Waiting on hold on two separate phones.
Here's me, staring at what looks like gibberish on my computer screen.
Here's me, icing my back, having wrenched it three days ago lifting 6,000 heavy buckets of yarn and water.
Here's me, having just left the studio at midnight last night.
There's my case of glove arm, which looks like a huge bruise on my arm, but isn't.
And here's some yarn. Mini skein sets, already waiting patiently for my arrival in Portland tomorrow. Cashmere.
Colorways that can never be repeated. Because I don't use a recipe, I don't write down a recipe, I just make pretty stuff to my heart's content, and then some.
Oh, look. I'm still sitting here on hold.
Here's some more info on what's been keeping chained to the dye pots, seven days a week:
So, here's me: excited, tired, crazed, excited, sleep deprived, tired. Excited. If we're lucky, I'll grab a few more photos of what's in store for y'all this weekend at Sock Summit.
And yeah, still on hold.
