Saturday
Jan162010
The Office.
Saturday, January 16, 2010 at 7:44PM
Not the TV show. Working at a place like Dundler Mifflin would make me want to become a flammable mammal. I would sooner hurl myself off a persimmon tree.
But I do like my office at the studio. It has brown. A nice warm brown makes me happy.
My computer is brown, too. I couldn't resist. Black is unthinkable when brown is an alternative. This is the truth of the universe. Brown is much more common in the natural world, and the superior color in nearly every way.
Obviously.
If you do not agree, that matters not. One does not have to agree for something to be the Truth.
Plus, the wall is already brown, so it's too late to argue with me anyway.
I love this drawing done by one of my employees. Little skeins of yarn in a rainbow circle. Sign me up.
I believe my middle daughter to be a talented artist.
I love the directionality of the water and the texture of the scales on the fish. And I like having pictures that my kids made me on the wall.
This is one of the winding stations where we help make sure that your yarn minds its manners and behaves itself when it arrives.
The door on the right goes out to our "garage". Outside of that door is a small storage area that leads to a large bay door meant for people who get cargo container-sized deliveries. Unfortunately, the pink wall you're seeing directly in front of you is blocking the bay door. Even if someone wanted to deliver a cargo container of something, they'd have to squeeze it through the regular sized door on the right.
You can see the white board that I've started covering with pictures and notes. I have lots more to print and put up now that we have our super duper photo gallery. It warms the valves of my little heart to see people enjoying the yarn and to read the lovely words of thanks and encouragement that people send. My peeps also like seeing these -- because most of them are not knitters, it can be hard for them to envision what something looks like knit up.
What you can't see in these pics, because I am lame and neglected to photograph them, is the couch and coffee table that I'm standing in front of, the microwave that we use to heat our sustenance, and the DVD player that I used to occasionally entertain my children. Being a yarnista only takes a five year old so far. Sometimes Princess Ariel is warranted.
We are running out of space in the studio! If I keep this up, soon I will be blogging from the top of Mt. Yarnimanjaro.
Anyone want to join me? Anyone? Anyone?
But I do like my office at the studio. It has brown. A nice warm brown makes me happy.
My computer is brown, too. I couldn't resist. Black is unthinkable when brown is an alternative. This is the truth of the universe. Brown is much more common in the natural world, and the superior color in nearly every way.
Obviously.
If you do not agree, that matters not. One does not have to agree for something to be the Truth.
Plus, the wall is already brown, so it's too late to argue with me anyway.
I love this drawing done by one of my employees. Little skeins of yarn in a rainbow circle. Sign me up.
I believe my middle daughter to be a talented artist.
I love the directionality of the water and the texture of the scales on the fish. And I like having pictures that my kids made me on the wall.
This is one of the winding stations where we help make sure that your yarn minds its manners and behaves itself when it arrives.
The door on the right goes out to our "garage". Outside of that door is a small storage area that leads to a large bay door meant for people who get cargo container-sized deliveries. Unfortunately, the pink wall you're seeing directly in front of you is blocking the bay door. Even if someone wanted to deliver a cargo container of something, they'd have to squeeze it through the regular sized door on the right.
You can see the white board that I've started covering with pictures and notes. I have lots more to print and put up now that we have our super duper photo gallery. It warms the valves of my little heart to see people enjoying the yarn and to read the lovely words of thanks and encouragement that people send. My peeps also like seeing these -- because most of them are not knitters, it can be hard for them to envision what something looks like knit up.
What you can't see in these pics, because I am lame and neglected to photograph them, is the couch and coffee table that I'm standing in front of, the microwave that we use to heat our sustenance, and the DVD player that I used to occasionally entertain my children. Being a yarnista only takes a five year old so far. Sometimes Princess Ariel is warranted.
We are running out of space in the studio! If I keep this up, soon I will be blogging from the top of Mt. Yarnimanjaro.
Anyone want to join me? Anyone? Anyone?
Reader Comments (11)
I am loving the glimpses into your studio. Thank you so much for sharing! Yarnimanjaro? Doesn't sound like too bad of a place to me!
I'm there! I so enjoy catching these glimpses into your studio.
my husband would need a job near your town, but yes we could move there and i could help you!
A mountain of yarn???????????????? A dream come true.
Oh God! Would I ever!
I would say yes, please hire me!!!...except you live in or near D.C., and that thought makes me freeze. LOL. I love looking into the place where you create such beautiful yarn!!
I love looking at your studio too. Especially like that colour wheel.
SPAllison would love to help...but she lacks arms. She might slobber on the yarn when she helps...
I love it that you said 'flammable mammal'. Really cracked me up.
And your staff sound like a very social bunch.
Are you kidding? Millions would love to join you. Okay, maybe not millions yet but I bet at least 1000. How many customers do you have now?
And that doesn't include those that just drool like I did in the beginning, esp. before monthly subscription payments.
I, of course, would join you in a moment, and I even need a job!! :-))
I would join you anytime; the problem would be getting me to leave! Thanks for this glimpse into the studio and your life...