The Power of Many
Well, it's the 20th, which means that the Knitbloggers Knitting Basket Project draws to a close today. I'll be very interested in seeing the final total and if we can make it to a ninth basket. Thanks to Martha and her mother Anne (HEY LADIES!) we were able to collect $104 and some change here in the shop, which Matt and I said we would match, so I just sent Teresa $210 on behalf of the customers and friends of ThreadBear. Thanks to everyone involved in this fantastic program--from conception of idea through management through donations. You've done a wonderful and giving thing for many underprivileged folks around the globe, and we were all able to leverage the power of our individual efforts into something much greater than what just a few of us could have accomplished. I mean come on, around $4,500 will have been collected in a very short time. Y'ALL ARE AMAZING!Well, as expected, the hand-painted Opal arrived yesterday, and the colors are even more lovely than on the webpage at the distributor. See for yourself
Top row--Colorways 11 (turquoise/caramel), 12 (sapphires/purples), and 13 (chocolate/terra cotta)
Bottom row--Colorways 14 (blues/purples/green), 15 (greens/chartreuse), and 16 (russets/browns)
They're starting to move out the door in person and we have several pre-orders going out today and Monday, so grab some while you can. One of the colorways I was NOT impressed with online turns out to be just incredible in person and I'll begin knitting with it shortly (after I finish some #*@(#* commissioned knitting by Sunday night so they can be felted and finished and mailed on Monday). Maybe I'm just too obstinant, but I don't like having a deadline on my knitting and I really really resist it--to the point where I detest having to work on these projects and they're just felted clogs--nothing difficult (and before you ask, yes, we have a signed agreement with a variety of designers stating that we can knit and resell based on their patterns, remunerating them for each item sold--IT'S THE LAW, PEOPLE--you can't just sell stuff based on commercial patterns without the designer's permission, at the very least). Sheesh, where did that come from? (grin). Pent up frustration at HAVING to knit something, I'll guess.
As I've stated over and over again here, I was born in Chicago, but when I was 9 we moved to RURAL Southern Missouri (that's Mizz-ooor-ah, thank you very much), where I spent the remainder of my formative years. My mother, however, still sounds like she just stepped off the CTA bus that runs up and down Archer Avenue (about three blocks from the old homestead), despite having lived on the MO/ARK line since 1973 (sheesh, 30 years now). I grew up on Bull Shoals Lake, a fantastic fishing and recreation lake that straddles the state line with Arkansas and is about 40 miles east of Branson (mecca for the Wayne Newton, Tony Orlando, Shoji Tabuchi, and wind-suit wearin' types who stream off of tour busses). Since we were about an hour's drive east, we were far out of that madness, and my home town (Isabella, MO) has a recorded population of 10 (yes, as in 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10). Mom owns a six-cabin fishing/family vacation place called Ridgewood Resort. The area and the lake are very unspoiled and are a MAJOR difference from Lake of The Ozarks (in central Missouri) or Table Rock Lake (Branson area). Mom's place sits on 10 acres of woods and is about 2 miles off of a paved road (yes, I grew up on a dirt/gravel road). She's as close as you can get to the water and is still 1/2 mile from it (the "government take line" joins her property and works to keep the lake from being overdeveloped, which means you can boat from one end to the other of the lake and enjoy over 1,050 miles of shoreline and it's almost completely wooded with buildings studding the trees at a distance). If you're into getting away from it all, this is the place. It's quiet, there's deer in the yard almost every evening, and you're still an hour from major attractions (Silver Dollar City and a host of shows and shopping are just an hour away in Branson). Well, the old gal is enjoying her 15 minutes of fame, as she was quoted in a piece run in a recent issue of the Springfield (MO) News-Leader this week. Enjoy it and learn a little about the area I grew up in here. Mom's quoted twice--once in the middle and again at the end, and the piece is very accurate about the lake and the area. It's idyllic, especially for busy city folks. I enjoy visiting, but there's no way I could live there--for G*d's sake, you're an hour from a Wal-Mart store! And it's not even a Super Center! (but it is store #6, as in one of the first ever built, located in Mountain Home, AR). For a little bit of perspective, my 8th grade graduating class had 15 people in it, and when I attended the consolidated high school in nearby Gainesville, I was part of the largest class up to then to have ever graduated from there, as we numbered 63 (class of '81, thank you very much). And it was a 15+ mile ride into Gainesville to the high school. Yup, that's rural (700 people in Gainesville and about 7,000 in all of Ozark County).
And with that little history and demographics lesson, I leave you for the weekend. Be well, work hard on those last few knitting projects (I know that I have to....urgh!) and we'll be back soon. Promise!