Lace, Bacon & Apples

It’s another purge and scrub day at the house, and I’m playing the procrastination game a bit while coffee brews, the bacon sizzles away in the cast iron on the stove top, and an episode of Orange is the New Black is on the tube.  I’ve never been great at taking the time to actually cook breakfast, call it a side effect of not being a morning person, but when I do cook something up it’s usually on Sunday mornings.  If I get moving fast enough I should be able to do what I need to do to the kitchen and go to an open mic night later today.  The kitchen is probably going to be the easiest of the rooms to go through this purge process on, it stays pretty clean for obvious reasons, but I am guilty of accumulating too many free pint glasses and coffee mugs, have gadgets I haven’t used in ages, and need to dump a few doubles.

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Knit-wise, I’m still exclusively working on The Philosopher’s Stone shawl.  It’s been a while since I jumped into an intricate pattern.  This one is beads (a real pain in the ass), lace and cables.  It’s been noticed by at least two other knitting friends that this has been the case and another pattern was discovered. The only times I really dive into complex lace projects is when there is stress kicked off by a significant life change.  It’s not often I talk about work here, but this time it’s a work thing. My boss has the opportunity to cut back to an as needed status and spend more time with her young child.  As a friend, I’m thrilled for her, as a co-worker, I want to bang my head into the wall until I pass out. As far as management types go, she’s a huge loss. Big changes in the working life pushes my anxiety levels through the roof.  I only have my income and a very meager savings account, so I’ll admit, I panic, and always default to “is the end nigh” thinking. That thinking really isn’t justified at this point, but it still happens. Anyway, the shawl is about two-thirds of the way complete, and after that I’ll dive back into the sweaters I need to finish.  Fall is going to run up on me fast if I don’t pay attention.

Despite all the fussing, I did have a cool beans situation come up that allowed for me to upgrade my old iPad, and just in time too, it’ll be falling off the iOS update list this year.  I now have my hands a nice shiny iPad.  So what does that have to do with knitting…a lot actually.  Big screen means I can actually see Knit Companion.  I’m looking into what it would take to become a certified teacher for the program.  I had kinda halfway looked into it a few years ago, but wasn’t really at the point I would have been comfortable teaching it despite knowing the ins and out of the program.  Even if I don’t become a teacher for it, it’s still nice to have something that I can use it comfortably on again.  The mini iPad I used had its benefits, but there was the squint factor on charts.  I’ve also made a bold move for me, I’m going further in limiting my social media time.  Facebook is still a consistent time suck for me despite turning off notifications, and alerts months ago.  The facebook app, messenger, and the page manager for the Coffee and Wool facebook site have all been deleted from every one of my mobile devices.  Unfortunately, I’m still loosing the battle with disconnecting from it entirely, but I’m more than comfortable saying I’m not only going to check it a couple of times a day when I’m doing something on the actual computer.  Now the folks that keep insisting on sending messages through that infernal messenger app may finally understand it’s just easier to text me if they actually need to talk to me.

In the time I’ve taken to blab away, the bacon has been consumed, the coffee is nearly finished, and this episode of Orange is nearly over.  So time to suck it up and get to work on the house so I can escape this afternoon.

The Balancing Act Continues

I spent 5 hours today purging crap out of my home office, cleaning it from top to bottom, and rearranging it.  That should give you an idea about how keeping the weekends free to do with as I please plan I talked about last week is going. After nearly a week to think about and revise my plan of action on trying to get my home life and my work life on more even footing, I think I’ve formulated a plan that will still work it’ll just take a few weeks to finish Phase 1.

I decided it was easier to work from a cleaner slate before really keeping weekends to myself.  Each weekend, I’m taking one of the days to reset a room, and catch up on the chores that didn’t get handled during the week.  I may have moved here a little less than a year ago, but have found there was stuff I should have purged before I moved, accumulated stuff I don’t need, and have really figured out what should go where.  After a few weeks, I realistically should be able to begin the keeping up with most tasks on the weekdays.

My house isn’t a complete mess by any means, but I really struggle with things feeling like they are cluttered and disorganized, and it’s something that seems to bother me more and more as I get older.  To be blunt, there are hoarding tendencies that run in the family, and I saw how my Grandmother lived.  She wasn’t one of those people you would have seen on the show Hoarders with the rotting garbage and a blessing that smell-o-vision doesn’t exist, it was a clean hoard, well if you could call a hoard clean.  It was mostly boxes on top of boxes of paperwork associated with her running her own tax services for decades, magazines, and just odd ball stuff she couldn’t part with.  It grew until she had only little pathways to walk through.  If you’ve not had to deal directly with trying to clean up a hoard, you have no idea how not only physical it is, but how emotionally charged it can be.  The emotional charge behind all of that is probably a big part of the reason I’ve grown to really hate clutter and struggle with feeling closed in.

The office really needed to be first on deck.  I have a hard time focusing in a space that feels disorganized, and over the past few months, my office had begun to look more than a little disheveled.  Workload is at a place right now where I can’t afford to be unfocused.  It’s been reclaimed, and I even moved my reading chair into one of the corners.  The office is actually one of the quietest rooms in the house, the fur kids only drop in here periodically, and my small collection of house plants are there, so it made sense to move the reading chair in there, instead of continuing to let it live next to the front door and be a catch-all for dog leashes, bags, and an ambush point for the Severus to to taunt Sandor.

That’s the boring part of my weekend.  I did keep yesterday to my own shenanigans.  It’s been hotter than Hell’s front porch lately, opting to stay inside streaming The Golden Girls and throwing row after row into a richly textured shawl project was just what I needed.  My mind is still recovering from my mini-meltdown last week, and that happens sometimes, so I didn’t feel like working on an easier project leaving my mind with time to over-think all the other things going on around me.

192F318D-1CA9-4CE0-B8F9-9A227D49D68BI’m working on a pattern called The Philosopher’s Stone, and I’ve been really impressed with how well it’s been written and charted.  Even though it’s on the complicated side, it’s a good project for an intermediate knitter.  There are cables, beadwork, lace, and textures galore so there’s not much opportunity to start predicting how the next row is going to work.

This is being worked up on a yarn I was introduced  to in a LYS I found just outside of Orlando after a short work trip a couple of weeks ago.  There’s more coming on that shop in a later post.  The yarn is Illimani Sabri, and is a cotton and alpaca blend.  It’s lending itself to this type of project with the cotton capable of holding amazing stitch definition and the alpaca softening up the feel of fabric.  The Sabri was also amazingly priced at approximately $15 a skein at 400+ yards.  I’m heading back to that project in a little bit, after I fold a couple of baskets of laundry and take care of the kitchen.

Things are better since my last post, but feeling out of your element all the time for months on end really wears on you, all it took was one particularly shitty day and hell finally broke loose.  I appreciate the people that were kind enough to reach out and offer to help me handle a few project, offer to kidnap me and ransom me back to get me out of work for a while, and those that just responded that they understood and have been there too.  The things that have been bothering me lately are all things we struggle with at one point or another.

Adventures in Adulting: In Search of Balance

It’s time for one of those non-craft related posts.

I’ve never been great at balancing my work life and home life, especially since a very large percentage of my work life happens in a small room in my house.  Life tends to be a little heavy on the work and chores, what doesn’t happen during the week bleeds into the weekends and I don’t really get a break unless something gets neglected.  Knitting has even taken a bit of a trip to the back burner.  It still happens, but only because I consider it the keystone to my personal mental health plan.  All work and no knitting makes Candy a dull girl. If I’ve said it once, I’ve said it a thousand times, crafting keeps me sane. It’s been the greatest form of stress relief and meditation I’ve experienced and I usually end up with something nifty at the end of a project.

Long story short, last week sucked, and it triggered a lot of anger, anxiety, and defeat. Those are the big three of things I don’t deal with well.

F0356D11-7D09-4773-AFAC-57B2BFB06B6COver the weekend,  I pretty much shut down on the couch with a ball of yarn and a complicated lace/cable/beaded pattern (one so complicated that I had no option but to focus entirely on my hands, no brain function left to think of anything else) I declared – I can’t keep doing this to myself.

Everyone has their own struggles with finding balance, and everyone has different feelings about it, but as a single woman, that has the tendency to work very long hours some weeks, I have no option but to do it all on my own.  No, do not take that as any sort of hint that I’m dipping my toe back into the dating pool.  I have no interest (or time) to start looking for a relationship just because I need help with the house and yard work.  Seriously, I do know people that dip in and out of the dating pool just for those purposes. I’m not a fan. Digression over.

So what’s a girl to do?

Schedule, prioritize, have some damned self-control.

When I feel burned out, I get lazy.  I’ll hit a drive through or nuke a frozen something-or-another for meals.  I’ll mow at the yard instead of really doing the job that it deserves – but at the same time it’s been 90+ degrees with what feels like 90+% humidity in the evenings after I get off work, most Georgians aren’t keeping up with those conditions.  Laundry stacks higher and deeper.  It may be getting washed but it isn’t getting put away.  I think I’ve been rotating the same three pairs of paints, and week’s worth of shirts and underwear for a couple of months.  Bottom line: I’m in a rut and I gotta fix it.

So what’s on the agenda?

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Shrimp Corn Chowder – Instant Pot For the Win!

I’ve got to start cooking real food again.  I’ve always enjoyed it, but I’ve been lying to myself thinking I’m saving time by hitting up the drive through, or nuking something in the microwave.  Realistically, it’s a 30-45 minute round trip to pick something up and bring it home.  In that same amount of time, or very close to it, I can actually cook real food and eat it as a hot meal, instead of the lukewarm, often soggy crap that comes in the door in a paper bag. We won’t discuss all the other things that are wrong with take out.  I’ve started hunting down crockpot and Instant Pot recipes to add to the arsenal of an already expansive list of the tried and true meals.  If the meal pretty much can cook itself, that’s more time I can use to wrap up my work day, or complete some other house chore.  I’m also not going to hide the fact that the near constant news of someone tampering with food, restaurants notifying diners that they may have been exposed to Hepatitis A, or someone neglecting some part of their job triggering recalls has bothered more more lately than it has in the past.

I’m experimenting with the 1-minute rule.  The short version of that idea, if it will only take a minute or two do complete, just complete the task when you see it.  Dishwasher needs unloaded when you pass by, just do it.  Trash needs to go out, just do it.  Toilet bowl needs cleaned, just do it.  On and on.

I actually need to schedule time to complete certain tasks during the week and adjust my work schedule around those needs, not the other way around, especially when work is busy.  I can work all day, but I can’t mow the grass in the dark or when it is at its absolute hottest and muggiest out.  I may actually melt.   I am fortunate that I do have enough flexibility with my schedule that I can step away for short amounts of time to handle tasks as long as key people know I’m stepping away. I don’t think anyone will be upset with an email saying hey, I’m taking an early lunch and I’ll be back in an hour and a half once or twice a week.

I need to schedule time to keep this blog and all the other little things that fall under the Coffee and Wool umbrella alive.  I’ve recently announced I’m willing to take on Saturday individual lessons again. I have a list of informative posts and reviews to write. I have patterns that I need to proofread and have people test. Other than the occasional post and my evening and weekend knitting, a lot of those aspirations just sit in the corner collecting dust.

Weekends are the prize.  I need to push myself enough that 5pm Friday through 8am Monday are my hours to do with what I want without feeling obligated to complete something – with the exception of teaching a lesson or two here or there.  I need to be able to get the social interaction I need, I don’t require much being introverty, crash into the couch and binge watch an entire season of a series, or load up the dog and hike the woods for hours without feeling like I’m ignoring responsibilities. Unplugged Sundays may evolve into unplugged weekends too.

There’s a bit more rambling here than I intended but there are times you just need to see thoughts in words, and put them out there.

Have any of you worked a similar plan to get back in order? Feel free to share any tips, successes, failures, or recipes.

 

Weekends Unplugged

I hit a little bit of a breaking point yesterday.  Unfortunately, when I get stuck in a weather cycle that includes days of rain and thunderstorms I’ll inevitably develop a migraine and end up way more agitated over the smallest things than any human should be.  That was yesterday for me.  I skipped out on an event I had full intentions of going to, told everyone I was turning off my phone and hiding out until Monday.

I’m at the house, still in my PJs fresh from a long nap, uninterrupted by a house filled with bleeps and bloops. I spent the morning knitting and watching a couple of movies, dived into a book for a while, you know, the stuff introverty type people enjoy when they’ve finally hit their wall.

Silence is never an option in our lives, but it’s almost jarring when you notice just how often some bit of technology is making sounds and demanding your attention so often.

As much as I love technology’s ability to keep us all connected there are times I wish it wasn’t so simple.  There are days that a text message notification makes me want to throw my phone across the room.  It’s usually someone just typing the word “hi” as an opener to pry into the rest of my day, and at times that feels so intrusive it will make me angry. Then god forbid you don’t reply fast enough, there are people that insist on continuing the intrusion again by either texting again or calling with ‘is everything okay you didn’t answer?’ causing further annoyance.  It’s probably just a quirky introvert issue, but it’s still an issue.  It also is likely a failure on my part to place boundaries on the repeat offenders.  I felt it a little sad that I had to announce on a certain social media page that I need a quiet day, and even then, that isn’t fully respected by some.  I’ve picked up my phone twice today to see a handful of messages from people that obviously didn’t see or willfully ignored my request for a quiet day, and a few that were legitimately passing along info that I needed for the week that knew I wouldn’t be responding.

So yes, I’m bitching a bit, so on to other things.

An unplugged weekend may turn into a permanent affair.  When I see that usage stats notification come through on my phone, my skin crawls and I feel utterly disappointed with myself.  Despite feeling like I don’t waste a great deal of time dicking around on my phone, the actual numbers say otherwise.  I waste 15-20 hours a week on a tiny screen that does nothing to improve my life.  I should be wasting that time reading, crafting, sleeping (poking at a screen until the wee hours happens more than I like), learning something new, actually going out and doing something, on and on and on.  I’ve also been struggling with feeling like the weekends are stolen by chores and errands.  Maybe reclaiming some of those 15-20 hours a week and actually taking care of things would give me the weekends back.

rs_560x415-150107143918-1024.Oregon-Trail-Game-MS-Dos.jl.010715I’m feeling a little nostalgic of my early adulthood years. I’m an Xennial, the Oregon Trail generation, that odd little age group that doesn’t quite fit Gen X or the Millennials. In fact, being called a millennial at times feels like an insult.  I remember the dark ages before the internet and before everyone had a cell phone in their pocket. At 18 there was access to the internet, cell phones were finally getting to pocket sized, texting was an option for those of us that didn’t feel the need to get drawn into a phone conversation, and those were brief (T9 was a bitch), and social media wouldn’t begin to become a factor in our lives until 2003.  I’m not going to lie, there’s been a few times today when I’ve fought the urge to check the social media networks to see what’s going on.  It’s not a secret that I’ve felt social media holds too much real estate in our minds, and I’ve struggled with the idea of disconnecting from it entirely.  I haven’t because I feel like there is actually risk that I would lose contact with people I care about because they are so entrenched, that contacting others outside FB, twitter, instagram and the myriad of others is no longer on their radar.

So if I feel forced to participate I can at least have better control of it.  I’m going to experiment for a bit, beginning Friday nights after I get in for the evening I’ll log out of the whole mess until Monday morning.  But that all comes down to one thing, do I have the self control to keep it up, or am I too sucked into this mess to do it on a routine basis. This is were it all wraps up today.  I’m going to go cook a nice dinner, and go back to the book I’m reading.  What do you guys think? Am I alone in feeling this way, or is this a problem for you too?

 

 

Plants, Purls & Puppies

125D89B9-15C6-4A3D-B3D0-9AB7ACE40725Well folks, once again, it’s been far too long since my last update.  I’m trying to get better about this.  Really.  I promise.   Spring is already beginning to give way into summer and my list of projects at the house seems to continue to grow. A lot of my free time is spent out in the yard these days attempting to shape it into something presentable to the public and more importantly a place I’ll enjoy over the years to come.  It wasn’t horrible to begin with, it was just bare, and I’m not the type of person to have only grass.  The focus has been on planting perennials and shrubs and building out the beds to put them in.  The work I did earlier this spring is starting to show with blooms here and there.  If someone told me this time last year that I would leave the world of rented apartments and duplexes and have my own little house, I would have laughed at them.

Pints_and_PurlsThe crafting projects are still being worked on but not at the pace that I’ve burned through them in the past.  I have a hunch this will pick back up in the fall and winter.  I’m still getting at lest an hour in a day.  It’s important to me to work that little bit of knitting time in for sanity’s sake.  It’s my meditation time.  I’ve still got a sweater for a friend to finish, my own sweater, and a handful of other projects in various states.  There’s also some good news locally, a few of us are trying to get a Friday evening craft meet up rolling again.  It’s called Pints and Purls and we meet up at Downtown Drafts on the Gainesville, GA square.  Now, I know, there are a few other craft groups out there named Pints and Purls, but hey, it’s a perfect name for a group that meets for an adult beverage with yarn in hand.  I guess if there’s an official organization somewhere, consider the Gainesville, GA chapter established. If you are in the area feel free to drop on in around 6pm on Fridays.  We won’t be hard to find, there will be a table with fidgeting fingers and balls of yarn.

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Now this is my favorite long term project.  Sandor, the lab/mystery dog mix, is about 8 months old now and has accomplished making me laugh every single day.  We’re still working on puppy exuberance issues, but overall he’s a damn good dog…well as long as you don’t ask my cat Severus.  Severus is still pissed that a dog has invaded his sanctuary.  Lucious, the more forgiving cat, on the other hand, will play with him like he was another dog.  Sandor and Lu also have an odd afternoon ritual, where they will snuggle up near each other on the couch and before the urge to nap takes over, Lu will wash Sandor’s face.  Sandor used to fight his daily face washing as a tiny puppy but he seems to have grown to enjoy it.

That’s it for the moment.  I’m alive, well, and happy.  How are you guys doing? Fill me in.

 

 

Home Sweet Home

So what’s been going on since my last post, that seems like ages ago?

Puppy training, lots of puppy training.

fullsizeoutput_118This pup, named Sandor, took has taken up quite a bit of my time since I adopted him as a tiny little guy in December.  He was labeled a lab/chihuahua mix but the humane society missed the boat on that one.  All I know for certain is he’s a lab/something mix.  He’s five months old now, and we’ve finished obedience school and finally have a fairly steady routine set up.  I’ve missed having a dog and even though adopting Sandor was on impulse during a moment of weakness, it’s been one of the best decisions I’ve made in a while.  Don’t get me wrong, I love my cats, Severus and Lucious, but having a dog is a very different experience.  He’s a goofy pup that’s guaranteed to make me laugh at least once a day.  If I’m off to a place where dogs are welcome he loads up in the car and goes with me, so if you’re ever passing through Gainesville, GA and think you recognize him, say hi, he loves the attention.

So what else?

Plotting and planting!

After an unseasonably warm day in February the spring is coming switch turned over in my brain.  I’ve always been a plant person, and no matter where I have lived,  I’ve always tried to plant something be it in pots or if the landlord was okay with it a small garden or flowers here and there.  It finally registered that since I purchased my first house in August that I can do whatever I would like to the yard.   Over the past month, enough loropetalum, holly, burning bush, and cedar has been planted to begin a privacy hedge across the front yard.  I’m a territorial introvert, it may take a few years for everything to fill in enough, but that wall is the beginning of a giant privacy bubble.  Jasmine, sweet broom, rug juniper and about 100 iris bulbs have made an appearance too.  I’ve got quite a few annual seeds to start but I’m waiting for another week or so before I really get those going.  Give me time, and I’ll have the entire yard planted to the point that mowing the grass will only take ten minutes.

So what’s going on, crafting wise?

There’s not been as much going on there as I would like, but as my yard shenanigans slow down over the next couple of weeks, yarn and needles will wander out to the porch in the evenings to unwind.

All in all, I’m a happy camper, settling into a new life as a homeowner and dog mom.

Unapologetically Busy

When was the last time I wrote anything?
May?
I’m just a little behind on updates and my knitting.

I haven’t finished anything significant in a little while.

No, I’ve not fallen out of love with knitting, life has been a little busy lately.  It happens to even the most dedicated of knit junkies.  There’s a few unfinished projects laying around and there’s a sweater to knit for a good friend of mine that I would like to finish before the coldest part of winter arrives in Georgia.  So deadlines….

What’s been going on?

Well there’s always work shenanigans.  It’s been a very busy summer.

Then there’s the big change.  I moved.  This wasn’t entirely planned but when the opportunity to purchase a home that had a mortgage that could fit my budget, fit my needs, and had also been recently remodeled, I jumped on it.  I moved into the new place in early August and still have a room full of boxes to unpack.  Most of my knitting goodies are behind the wall of boxes on purpose, if there were easily accessible, those last boxes may never get unpacked.

That’s part of the plans for my weekend though, unpacking, and organizing it into a functional space.

There it is, it’s short, but it’s an update.  Things will settle down before long, and things will get back to normal.

Avocados and Wool?

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Freshly Picked Hass Avocados

I have family that left Georgia and moved to Southern California and began rehabilitating and building up an existing avocado grove roughly 5 years ago. Within the past two years they’ve begun to incorporate coffee into the groves too. Coffee is a post for another day, most of the coffee is still in its infancy in the grand scheme of things and such a rarity in this region it deserves special attention.  Trust me here, Southern California as a coffee region is fascinating…but today…avocados.

 

Like all agricultural adventures there’s a lot more to it than sticking it in the ground and waiting for harvest. Avocados seem to be a special brand of pain in the ass. They aren’t ideally suited for the region. They require quite a lot of water, human intervention to keep from being sun burnt, protection from high winds, and extremes in temperature. California seems to be the epitome of where avocados, citrus, berries, and other amazing food crops shouldn’t be growing, but mankind has found a way and there is an enormous amount of produce that comes out of that state. The family works this magic and keeps these trees alive and producing.  I’ve heard the worry in my Aunt’s voice when winter days are predicted to be colder than they should be, and summer days scorching new growth. I’ve been in the grove myself hours after a driving rain and hurricane force winds to help cut away snapped branches heavy with fruit and seen pounds of it on the ground, now destroyed. Let’s add to it that this farm is also organic which is its own set of special rules and care  Every tree requires maintenance, and problems that may pop up need to be discovered and handled early before they affect greater portions of a tree or God forbid other trees.  On top of that, young trees may take 5 or more years before they start producing fruit.  Farming on a commercial-scale is by no means easy, especially when it’s on a small family ran farm.  A lot of man hours by only a tiny handful people keep the show going.

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Avocado Blossom

There’s a reason I don’t flinch much at the pricing when I see quality avocados.

 

I got the opportunity to pick for the first time this weekend.  The farm had an order for 600 pounds due for pickup Saturday morning, so I got the crash course in picking, sorting, and boxing.

There’s a lot to take away from this experience. First thing, I really need to mail an old pair of hiking boots to the farm for my future grove adventures when I drop in. This farm like many others in the region are on hillsides, some so steep pickers need climbing gear for safety reasons. Thankfully, the family farm is no where that steep, but these trees require mulching and it’s not hard to slip navigating around trees. The slip on, virtually no tread, shoes I brought with me just didn’t cut it, but the job needed done, so a baby stepped down the hillside and around the trees.

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The Damned Picking Basket

Picking ain’t easy. Low hanging fruit is plucked pretty quickly but you have to find it first.  I easily missed a few at knee height that my Aunt swooped in and harvested. The avocados themselves do not vary much in color from the leaves around them, I’m also somewhat convinced they have mini-invisibility cloaks they toss on when they sense their impending doom. Getting higher in the branches takes a bit more skill. Picking baskets are put on poles and you’re expected to maneuver this thing through the branches, position the fruit between some prongs, give a tug and hope to hell you don’t drop the damn thing. If the fruit hits the ground it’s toast, and not hipster toast, it can’t be sold.  Unless I wanted to eat all my dropped avocados as punishment (after a third avocado in a row, they lose their novelty) this skill had to be learned quickly.  I fought for five minutes to get my first basket picked avocado.  I was informed that cussing at avocados stuck in the tree is the first sign that my mind is going.  If that’s true, I’m in trouble.

 

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675 Pounds of Potential Guacamole

Bucket after bucket is filled and loaded on the farm utility vehicle to be transported back up the hill to the sorting space.  Walking into this space, there are mountains of boxes pre-made and ready to be filled in 25 pound increments.  Being on an organic farm, and following FDA guidelines, hands get washed, everything gets properly wiped down, and then the sorting begins.  Every single avocado gets weighed and sorted into a box based on its size.  Avocados are a little sneaky, and it’s ill-advised to sort them by eye.  It was surprising to see how many times I would think one these things would be a medium would actually be considered a large.  I’m using small, medium, and large loosely here.  These boxes are filled with sizes based on how many fruits should be in a 25 pound box. Oh and guess what?  If you drop it inside, it’s a dead avocado…again.  Sorting goes pretty quickly when you get into a rhythm, after a box is filled, weighed, and if need be adjusted by pound or so, it’s dated, labeled, and stacked on the pile for pickup.  Then shortly thereafter, because avocados begin ripening pretty quickly once picked, they are purchased, loaded onto the truck and on the way to the local restaurants this particular client owns.

 

That’s avocados in a nutshell.  Well, that’s more like avocados over simplified, and as I’ve said before, if it is an option in your area, shop small, shop local.  Local farmers depend on us too!

Sunday Morning Coffee and Stash Busting

I’m sitting here, still in my pajamas sipping on a cup of stove top espresso, a little classical music streaming from the Amazon contraption, and contemplating life.

Okay, maybe not life, but there’s quite a bit bouncing around in the ol’ grey matter.  Mostly it’s the great introvert conundrum, bouncing around ideas, trying to solve the great problems of the world (more like some close friends), realizing there’s little I can do to fix things other than being supportive, and plotting world domination.  I also think Sunday morning coffee triggers some of this great contemplation.  It’s just one of those things.

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I’m also contemplating the massive quantities of yarn I’ve amassed over the past few years and how many places it lives it this house.  It’s a byproduct of crafting, a lot of us also compulsively collect yarn with projects in mind for nearly every skein we put our mitts on, or see a skein in a colorway we fall instantly in love with and buy it to find a project for it later.  As the knitting mojo comes back (see previous post) with the knitting of a insanely cabled pair of socks I’ve come to another conclusion, it’s time to start stash busting.  It’s possible I have enough yarn squirreled away to open a tiny yarn shop.

With the exception of purchases for rare commissioned projects, it’s time to enlist some self-control and work from the stash bins for the next year.  There’s everything from lace to bulky to choose from so things may get a little interesting.

How about you guys? What are you contemplating with your Sunday cup of coffee?

 

Knitting Mojo Seems to be a No Go

e8d7a0a96a08ecb9f6f8e28dda3a4d51Well hey there again.  I’ve been intending to write more than a blog post a month but I’ll admit I’m notoriously bad for writing out posts in my head and then never actually sitting down and typing them up.

I also have to admit my knitting mojo has been on the low side lately.  Even us power knitting types get in a rut once in a while.  That said, I’m using my lack of knitting mojo as an excuse for not posting a class schedule for the end of this month and going into April.  I’m going to take a short break from teaching, and plan to do classes on Saturday’s only in May.  The full-time job may be requiring a little more flexibility in my availability during the week.  The ongoing “Bring Your Own Project” scheduled for Wednesdays between now and April 11th are still on the calendar.  Wednesday regulars, if you are reading this, there will be details posted on the Coffee and Wool FB page concerning individual sessions.  Woolly Wonders will still continue to meet – don’t forget this Sunday is at Left Nut Brewery in Gainesville, GA from 1pm-3pm.

Now, before anyone freaks out, I’m fine.  I know enough of my regular class folk well enough to know, that I will get text messages asking if I’m okay.

I’ve noticed a trend over the years that early spring usually has a few changes waiting on me that require some time and attention above and beyond my usual bandwidth, and I already see at least a couple of significant shifts on the horizon that will require some adjustment.  It’s also work life stuff. It’s end of winter fog lifting, and it’s the urge to hit a few weekend hikes before the summer swelter begins to set in.  Once all of these things are addressed, I’m sure the knitting mojo will return.