Osborn Fiber Studio

Just a quick note to say that I am not completely snowed under, but I’m pretty close. God gave me a couple of precious verses on Tuesday that I am clinging to:

“When I thought, ‘My foot slips,’
your steadfast love, O LORD, held me up.
When the cares of my heart are many,
your consolations cheer my soul.” – Psalm 94:18-19

Last week was mordant week, during which I mordanted about 80 skeins of sock yarn. These are making giant piles in the office (a.k.a. the catchbasin).

I have an elaborate spreadsheet plan, more of a matrix, for how I’m going to get it all dyed in the space of two weeks, in multiple different colors requiring different mordants. This week is pokeberry and black bean week; everything that got pokeberry dyed was taken care of on Monday, and about half of everything that gets black bean on it got soaked yesterday.

It’s a measure of my personal growth that I still had friends over last night. It wasn’t exactly a tea party (we intended to watch firefly, but ended up with 10 people crammed into my tiny living room watching random auto-tuned things on youtube), but it was entertaining that my husband was mixing drinks while I siphoned bean juice into dyepots.

You know it’s bad when you have to warn your husband about the location of possible puddles, since I’ve run out of counterspace for pots and things tend to overflow.

2.5 weeks until sheep and wool for me to finish dyeing, rinsing, drying, reskeining, and labeling this mess. Not to mention get three patterns ready for publication to take with me.

2 weeks until the end of the semester, when I need to have about 4 papers written that haven’t been started.

It seems sort of stupid, how worked up I get about my deadlines, when I have food on the table and fun friends that I can have over for goofing off and drinks. When there are so many people in the world, and even in my community, who have real problems, it seems kinda dumb that I lose sleep over this sort of thing. All the same, if you think of it, I wouldn’t mind your prayers.

At the very least… in 3 days, 7 hours, and 24 minutes, I can knit again.