I'd been flipping through the last couple weeks and it looks like a whole lot of blah blah blah around here, so I took some photos today. Then I got lucky just now and snapped a photo montage that's hilarious. Or at least, hilarious to people with cats and kids. (So, what, maybe a quarter of you. Not bad. Maybe some of the rest of you will get the joke.) For the record, I color-corrected some of these photos, so if some of the background scenery looks a little funky, it's because I was shooting for proper-looking colors in whatever it was I was actually taking the photo of.
First, today, I got some business cards in the mail. I'd had them printed in such a way that they could serve as tags for yarns and fibers for my Etsy shop.
These are really meant as tags, though the space at the bottom will be handy for scrawling my name and number if I want to give that out. After extensive marketing research (reading a lot of blogs), I've found that people keep their yarn information (fiber, weight) more than they keep manufacturer's info. And I wanted my info to be kept, in case someone says "Who made that really nice merino I spun a while back?" That way if they have this kind of tag from the fiber, they'll know. The logo? That's a cropped photo of the Purple Trainwreck that I hand-dyed and then spun, last summer. Seemed the obvious thing to take a photo of, when I was trying to think of something to use; I sell as much of that stuff as I can stand to dye, both as yarn and unspun fiber.
Yes, this means things are slowly getting underway for the shop again. Between the moving and the economy, I've left the shop by its lonesome, but things are picking up. I HAVE been dyeing fibers and spinning yarns and putting them aside, so I will have stuff to list when the time comes.
A while after that, I was sitting around with the cat on my lap, and the Goober climbed up into my lap with me.
It amazes me, how much contempt a cat can communicate with just a glance, when their face is covered with fur.
Then I took a photo of the next installment of the color-blending project I'm spinning.
Odds are high I'll be selling this, simply because I won't have enough time to knit it up any time soon. If I want more that badly, I can always spin more.
The husbeast is working tonight, so I decided to let the Goober eat dinner in front of the TV. So she did, rolling around on the floor in four-year-old fashion. For some reason, Sekhmet got interested in what the Goober was eating. No idea why. It's VERY unusual for the cat to show any interest in human food. This time? Well. You can watch it happen.
After I snapped the last photo, the Goober caught on to what was happening, grabbed her food, and said "Shoo!" to the cat.
Sekhmet is now pretending to sleep while plotting how best to stand on my head later, when I go to bed.