Settling In

Before I forget, Happy Spring everyone! What a beautiful day we are having as I sit outside my parents house sucking up the wifi signal getting this blog posted. Today to celebrate we are going to have our first BBQ of the season with Orr’s sausages (a local must), a mess of homemade coleslaw, and while I would have liked a nice craft beer to start the season, a glass of Jamaican Ginger Beer will be festive enough instead.

So we are slowly digging out from under this move and the primary sign of this is the dye studio is being unpacked. I’m sure all the other dyers out there can commiserate that finding a dye studio is stupidly difficult. Perhaps the small town situation makes it much worse, but finding a place that works is virtually impossible. You need the availability of good electrical support (high sucking burners) and a sink. Oh, and in a place that if you dye the floor or wall a certain colour and the smell of acid dyes and wet wool doesn’t make you persona non grata. With the push on this move, there was only one place I could find, my mothers newly constructed potting shed on the back of there garage.

Now, this offer on her part puts her in the stratosphere of the best possible human being ever. She is a very very avid gardener, and not only does she beautify her own property she is the champion (volunteer) in the restoration of the Tower Hill Heritage Garden and Ranger Cabin restoration. So other than a place for her to start seeds and store her tools, she really doesn't ask for much considering all she gives. Over a year ago my parents decided to build a garage with lots of storage (something about their late 20’s, early 30’s daughters and their crap), avoiding the winter dig out, plus a beautiful little potting shed on the back the building for her. 

Well, move day came closer and closer and I still had absolutely no place to dye wool once we crossed the line and were totally out of our place. The orders were rolling in and I was beginning to panic … how the heck was I ever going to get through this little debacle. My blood pressure started to climb and my little buddy was starting to get extra active booting me at night as I was trying to fall asleep … and then the offer came. My mother’s long desired and precious brand new potting shed. 

Now, I’ve never been one to look a gift horse in the mouth, but I do have some sort of threshold of how much advantage I am willing to take when it comes to my parents, but honestly there was no other choice. So I tucked my tail thanked her profusely and moved my things in. So today is my first day working in the new system … there are a few hiccups for sure, my rinse bucket outside had a crack in the bottom so all I did was make a ton of turquoise mud, and my tags and hole punch are still at my home, the lids for my citric acid jars are awol (you get the idea). But the yarn is in the dye pot and getting dyed.

So to the few people who are waiting for their orders, thank you. Every time my iPhone dings with a new email I am certain it is coming from one of you to ask, but thus far, you all seem get it. But the good news is, regardless of the few things to be smoothed out your yarn is being dyed and it will go to the post office on Monday. 

So thank you all for your patience, life should resume a form of normalcy and order turn arounds will get back to being one week with being set-up (and morning sickness a distant memory). And thank my Mum, she definitely deserves a gold star for this best mommy move.

Plus the added benefit, the two of us get to continue our shenanigans and deepen our clearly way to close relationship. 

Now, I’ve never been one to look a gift horse in the mouth, but I do have some sort of threshold of how much advantage I am willing to take when it comes to my parents, but honestly there was no other choice. So I tucked my tail thanked her profusely and moved my things in. So today is my first day working in the new system … there are a few hiccups for sure, my rinse bucket outside had a crack in the bottom so all I did was make a ton of turquoise mud, and my tags and hole punch are still at my home, the lids for my citric acid jars are awol (you get the idea). But the yarn is in the dye pot and getting dyed.

So to the few people who are waiting for their orders, thank you. Every time my iPhone dings with a new email I am certain it is coming from one of you to ask, but thus far, you all seem get it. But the good news is, regardless of the few things to be smoothed out your yarn is being dyed and it will go to the post office on Monday. 

So thank you all for your patience, life should resume a form of normalcy and order turn arounds will get back to being one week with being set-up (and morning sickness a distant memory). And thank my Mum, she definitely deserves a gold star for this best mommy move.

Plus the added benefit, the two of us get to continue our shenanigans and deepen our clearly way to close relationship.