What I Am is What I Am

Well, it's official!  Today marks the actual day that I turned into my mother.  I knew that it was a definite possibility.  And, it isn't a surprise since Mr. Cutthroat has been telling me this for years.  But, today it happened.  I just thought I had more time.  We always think we have more time...
Today, I looked down and I was wearing her shoes, clothes, and glasses.  I knew that all of these articles were hers.  But, I am staying at her place while she is out of town and failed to pack enough clothes.  Also, her stuff is way better.  It wasn't the clothes that got me.  It was the glasses.  I  was wearing them to get through a simple i-cord project on that Hiya Hiya US000-000 I purchased.  (See Facebook post regarding ridiculous purchase.)  I looked up and caught my reflection.  Yikes.  Now, I have to get my own glasses and accept my fate.  I feel too young to have already turned into my mother.  When she was this age, she seemed so much more mature that I am right this very minute.  Last week, I laughed for a solid 10 minutes from the "updog" joke. Since this transformation is likely irreversible, I guess I will just own it. 

This Hairshirt is Woven From Your Brown Hair

Who knew baby camels were so soft?  I am spinning a baby camel and silk blended fiber right now and, although I have used it before, I am always surprised at its softness.  Who was the first spinner to snuggle a camel, then to take it one step further?  I admire his/her dedication to the fiber arts.  I've got to get me a baby camel.  Ok, I just googled it and it turns out they live 40-50 years.  Scratch that. 
Isn't there a small, short-lived animal with soft fur that I can invest in?  Like a goldfish of the fiber world?  I will leave the long-term animal raising to the professional ranchers.  Also, I have already pushed my limit with Mr. Cutthroat in the "grandiose ideas" department. 
Thinking about discovering the greatness of camel hair brings this to mind:  Woman Spends 11 Years Knitting Husband a Coat and Hat Out of Her Own Hair
I don't think people would classify this lady in the same way as the camel visionary.  I do, however, admire the tactics this lady employed to bribe, coerce, or otherwise threaten her husband into wearing this.  I cannot get Mr. Cutthroat to wear the beautiful cashmere scarf I cabled on size US 3 needles.  If I came to him with a hair coat, he would likely vomit.  Bravo, lady!  Bravo!

You used to be so amused

Can I just tell you that I am loving life right now?  Not only do I have the best family and support system, but I am living my dream in store filled with yarn.  Every day is an endless possibility of projects.  The shelves of beautiful yarn give me endless inspiration of things to make.  But, would you believe I have even less time to knit than ever before?  I had all these grand ideas of all the clothes I would be wearing as a uniform.  I just had these grandiose ideas of wearing sweater after sweater, each a different fiber and design.  Ugh.  I will be lucky if I get those socks done today.  If you've been in the store in the past month, you are keenly aware of the epic battle of Me V. Magic Loop 2-At-A-Time Socks.  What a fun project!  When will it end!?  Times I could have been knitting have been replaced with the "running a business" part (insert eye roll here).  But, today is the day.  (Actually, it might be the day.)  I am going to finish those socks.  (I've been saying that for 2 weeks).  I am so close that when I try them on, I can only see part of two toes!  (I try them on after every single round.  It's a sickness).  It's only kitchener and I can call it a day.  (Ugh, now I have to remember how to do kitchener!)

Dream a Little Dream of Me

Now, I can breathe.  It's been a while since my last post.  I know, I say that every single time I post. 

I took the leap!  Since last I posted, I made the epic decision to quit my 9 to 5 government job and see where this LYS dream could take me.  It wasn't easy.  And, I am pretty sure I made every mistake you could make on this sort of venture.  When we finally decided this was our next move, Mr. Cutthroat and I decided not to look back as we invested every piece of savings we had.  We had some very helpful and supportive friends, along with some extremely terrible advisers.  Now, we are committed.  Mr. Cutthroat is so helpful and interested in building this business.  I could not ask for more.  I invite you all to join me on this adventure, as I will be blogging all along the way.