After I bought my burrito I went to the sheep farm/yarn store for which I worked. I was there for two or three shearing days and two lambing seasons. My days there were isolated, lovely and educational. My boss was independent and unique. I regularly miss my experience there. Going back and visiting reminded me of the realities of the situation....it was awesome...not easy...not idyllic...but awesome in its real-ness, in what I was learning, in my hands coated in lanolin, in the sounds of the machines, the smell of wool and sheep shit. And more.
I know how to use this machine.
Half of the shelves you see in this photograph I set up...especially the diagonal ones directly in front and at the back. Also, the floors, ceilings and walls? All painted by me.
Close up of shelving system I spent time making....may not look like much my friends but it took a little effort.
Oh the feelings.
I know how to use this machine.
Half of the shelves you see in this photograph I set up...especially the diagonal ones directly in front and at the back. Also, the floors, ceilings and walls? All painted by me.
Close up of shelving system I spent time making....may not look like much my friends but it took a little effort.
Oh the feelings.
Yesterday I finished this scarf. Do you know any person (-probably a girl person) who wants it? I usually make scarves with people in mind sometimes I don't. Lately I don't. For example: I made this scarf. It has no specific recipient. It is the beginning of a slew of non-recipient based scarves. Which, very often, translate into being scarves for me all the time. But that's not all that fun. What?
Below is a little something I started knitting when I still worked at the farm/yarn shop. The yarn was dyed by my boss and myself...that was a lot of fun, choosing colors and whatnot.
