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I’ve been spinning over a year now.
Today I needed a leader for the bobbins I purchased at the Woolery this week, I used a bit of cotton that was sitting on the table. That cotton was spun by a friend of mine on Thursday. Instant leader, on the plying bobbin. As I wrestled with a 3-ply yarn in red and gray – I realized, once again, just how old this art form really is.
We are surrounded by textiles. Rugs, curtains, upolstery, the clothes we wear, sheets, towels and pillow cases, socks(!) everything is made from textiles. Yet, not even 100 years ago, most of these textiles were made by hand.
Can you imagine how fast these textiles would vanish if the textile industry shut down tomorrow? Today’s fabrics are really flimsy, they don’t last long at all. The simplest things are completely out of our grasp. Very few people know how to sew, knit or crochet, let alone spin or weave. I might have enough clothing to last me a couple of years…until I look at socks.
Everybody knows how uncomfortable is it to wear shoes without socks.
I’ve never worn a pair of knitted socks. I’ve seen sock yarn, needles to make socks and pictures of socks. But I’m completely unable to make a sock without help.
If the Zombie Apocalypse hit tomorrow – how much would a pair of hand knitted socks be worth?
“Hey dog, those are MY chickens!”
I’ve been busy, and haven’t posted pictures of the new Alpacas.
As you can see, they were sheared in late summer or fall. There’s not so much fleece on them. There are a lot of burrs, too. As usual, they aren’t the kind of guys to stand still to be groomed.
But I WILL work on that. I prefer my ‘llamas’ as well mannered as my horses. This is going to take a LOT of treats.
Also, I’ve got to get them off the expensive Senior Feed that goes to the old horses.
Got to cut corners where I can.
Life has been hectic – nothing new there. The New Guys – Tribute and Armand give off mixed signals. They LOVE grain – but don’t want to come in to the barn at night. They’ll dart in and out five or six times before they’ll settle down to eat.
Getting them into their pen is yet another matter.
Well, after 2 days of getting 2 out of 3 into the pen – I hit the jackpot tonight and got all three alpacas inside. I’ll be the rain had a lot to do with it.
The new guys really need to be sheared all over. They’ve got burrs and matted hair – it’s a mess.
I’m looking at Grumpy, wondering how much fleece I can get off him. Maybe a sweater??
I see blog posts like this and I wonder where this person was during the snark-storm that was #QueryFail? Yes, #QueryFail was a million internet years ago.
It was my first eposure to Twitter, the sheer volume and vitrol of the tsunami of snark out of the office of her ‘friendly’ literary agents was…shocking?…no…mindblowing?…no…soul-crushing?…closer but not exactly what I’m looking for: Bitter, unprofessional, deliberately humiliating, unprofessional, hateful…ahhhh yes!
So hateful that I vowed at that moment that I would NEVER give one red cent of MY money to such hateful, brutal, bitter, bitchy, wretched unprofessional asshats.
They can put on happy face masks NOW, but the cat is out of the bag. Never, never, EVER will I hire an agent to represent my books to anyone.
I’ll hire a lawyer.
My apologies to Katherine Craft, I suspect she never saw any of the infamous #QueryFail tweets. They have been erased from the twitterverse…alas too late.
The damage is done, there is no reset button. Literary agents are not friendly, idealistic, peacemakers, they’re arrogant snarky bitches. They have been tried, convicted and condemned by the very #QueryFail tweets they sent out with such vitrol.
As for the ‘abuse’ they get from writers freed from their grasping claws…Karma’s a bitch.
Originally posted on Writers In The Storm Blog:
by Kathryn Craft
Turning Whine into Gold
In response to a tweet promoting a recent Twitter submission event, I received the following response:
“To put it delicately, f*** the agents and editors. Never pander to what they’re looking for.” (Asterisks mine.)
I would like to thank this “delicate” tweeter. His 92-character comment is so chock full of negativity and cynicism that it will easily power three blog posts here. I delight in the opportunity to turn this kind of whine into gold.
Since it is conference season, this month I’d like to address this tweeter’s obvious assumption that agents and editors are “those who are trying to keep him from publication.”
If you suspect this is true, yet are still planning to pitch to these individuals at upcoming conferences, your hidden thoughts are simply abrading twitchy nerve endings in a way that could result in hives the moment…
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Yesterday from 3pm to 7pm we went to the Elizabethtown Second Saturday street fair.
As it is early in the season, there weren’t a whole lot of people around, but we were set up in front of the Heartland Whole life Buying Club which helped us alot. I talked to some knitters about my yarn and enjoyed being outside and with the Hubster.
I sold the beautiful snood, which paid for our lunch.
I’ll have more yarn to sell next month.