My first real hero has died. Sure, Princess Leia when I was little, but also Carrie Fisher the writer of brilliant dialogue. Carrie Fisher the badass. Carrie Fisher, who spoke about her experiences with addiction and mental illness, and let so many people know that they were NOT alone.
I remember, when I was younger, thriving on change. Moving to a new place? Great! Trying new stuff? Awesome! Looking back, though, I realize that those were changes that were well-defined, with set times and proscribed boundaries.
I'm trying to look at opening the store like that. It's working... a bit. Right now, with my proposed opening day looming ever closer, it's overwhelming. Every issue I deal with today has trailers that snake into tomorrow.
And the end isn't really the end; it's opening day.
I'll probably feel better when I get the last five major items accomplished. And I do have more than a week to do it all.
Started yesterday, finished today. 2 balls Camelot (Classic Elite Yarns) in the St. Stephen colorway. Size 9 needles; this meant only 15 pattern repeats total, instead of 20. 4-stitch icord for the cord.
After some waffling on Instagram, these are my colors - "Enlightened" (green) by Unplanned Peacock (lost label, pretty sure it's sparkly sock?); "Be Happy" (bright multi) by Reflections, "Lemon/Lime" also by Reflections, (both are Petite Sock); and the blue is "Paradise" in Anzula's Haiku.
In the interests of having at least one store model for a yarn I hope to carry, I hauled my Wild Hare Fibers project out. It's "Mizzle", free on Rav, and the body is out of the cool glows-under-blacklight yarn. (The bottom will be just plain black.)