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All fiber, all the time

Let’s see, where were we?

In our last episode, our plucky heroine (that would be me) had just returned from Greencastle. Since then…

I went to another show, this one in Kendallville, Indiana. It was…well, I won’t be going again next year. Maybe in a few years when the organizers are more, well, organized, and publicize the show better, but I’ll have to see the evidence first. Also, I’ve learned that if I do a show at a time when it could get cold, I should take a space heater for the booth. Because freezing is not fun. When you can see your breath inside the building, it’s too cold.

The following weekend I had another show, this one in Charlestown, Indiana. It was at the far southern end of Indiana, almost in Kentucky. In fact we actually went through Kentucky to get there, which seemed kind of weird, but when you look at a map it makes sense.

Along the way we stopped at a rest area in Ohio, where there was some sort of rolling metal door along one wall of the women’s restroom. Something on it caught my eye. Stephanie, this one’s for you:

Kinnear, indeed. Would you like a close up?

You’re welcome.

The further south we drove, the warmer it was and the more layers we peeled off. So nice! I was a bit apprehensive about this show because like the previous show it was a first year show. I needn’t have worried. It was night and day. It was well publicized and well attended. Sales were great.

And there were llamas! And alpacas!

Someone who knows the difference between the two, is this a llama or an alpaca? How do you tell the difference? What are the distinguishing characteristics?

What about this one?

I’m not sure what the difference is, but they sure are cute.

One the way home we stopped at a Chinese restaurant in Kentucky where the food was delicious. We sat next to a koi pond, and the staff brought out a large gong and a golden Buddha and sang Happy Birthday to an elderly woman seated at the next table. Rob had bought a small needle-felted chicken at the show and we had it on the table keeping us company. A woman working there asked us about the chicken, and when we explained she decided everyone should sing Happy Birthday to Valerie, the chicken, so she had all the staff come over and bring the gong and the Buddha, and we all sang Happy Birthday to Valerie. Good times.

I went back to work at the library on Tuesday. That afternoon I had a meeting with my supervisor, and when I walked in the room the library director was there as well, so I knew something was up. They informed me that my position had been eliminated.

Now, if this had happened a few years ago, my reaction would have been shock, depression, panic… But I hated this job. Every fiber of my being was telling me to get out and do Happy Fuzzy Yarn full time. So my reaction was Freedom! Joy! Happiness!

I cleaned out my desk, came home, and started putting some of the backlog of stuff that I hadn’t had time to get to up on Artfire. I get 3 months severance pay and benefits, so I’ve got a bit of a cushion. In the mean time I can get more stuff up in the shop, get more stuff made, get more shows scheduled, work on some patterns…I’ve got so many ideas for the business that I just haven’t had time for, and now I do. I was made for this.

Right now, I’ve got dyed fiber, dyed yarn, and handspun yarn all hanging to dry, another batch of dyed yarn cooling in the dyepots, and another batch of yarn ready to go in when the current occupants evacuate. This afternoon I’ll work on some paperwork, and this evening I’ll do some spinning. Life is good.

3 comments

  1. Jeanne B.

    Llamas are big, alpacas are the smaller version. That’s about all I know. πŸ˜‰

  2. Gina

    Some friends and I are coming to the show in Greenville this weekend — we’ll be sure and stop by to support the new-and-improved full-time Happy Fuzzy πŸ™‚

  3. Riin

    Yay! Thanks, Gina!

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