It wasn’t all yard work this weekend, although it might have felt that way by Saturday evening. Saturday morning Richard went off to a writer’s workshop brunch and I stayed home and decided to finally tackle one of my big, looming projects, which was to organize, photograph, and record my yarn stash. I have been avoiding it mainly because it is a rather tedious process – I have to pull out each skein (or group of skeins) individually, set them up, photograph them (and here is where my lovely Gorilla tripod comes in *so* handy!), then upload the pictures off the camera card, crop, size, and color-fix them, upload them to a folder where I could then image-slurp them into Ravelry, and then enter in all the relevant information (brand, color, dye lot, and so on). I made it through two huge batches of yarn – all my lace weight and all my sock weight – before Richard came home.
Sunday we met some friends for brunch, and because it was so lovely outside, we decided to walk there and back. They gave us about 45 minutes heads-up for when they were going to get there, which was the perfect amount of time for us to stroll the 1 1/2 miles there. Every time we do this – go for a walk – I am reminded again how much I love this area – all these little old, quirky houses and the beautiful trees and flowers, all blooming with a riot of color.
We dawdled over rich, cheesy omelets and waffles and endless cups of coffee for several hours, talking and laughing, and then they headed off home and we set out walking once again. It was warmer by then, of course, so we took a quick detour through a (thankfully air conditioned) open house along the way, and then got home and threw open all the windows and turned on all the ceiling fans and Richard went off to a reading by a writer he knew and I curled up on the sofa with a book and some knitting and did not move until he returned.
We ate dinner out and wrote out a detailed menu for the week that necessitated going to two different grocery stores to stock up, and I made a halfhearted attempt to get one more batch of yarn cataloging done (although only the details and not the images are online – I’ll have to pull those off the camera some time this week) . Richard washed dishes and I made a batch of spaghetti for lunches for the week and set up a new batch of yogurt to ‘cook’ overnight, and at one point we both went outside and stared at the progress our little vegetable garden has made in just the 24 hours since we were out there yesterday, just because there is something still a little magical about seeing things that you planted grow.
I expose my ignorance here, no doubt about it, but why on EARTH would you photograph a skein of wool and catalog it(let alone all of them?)? Do you expect to record perceptible changes in size, color, or shape and chart and graph them for science? Is there a prize somewhere for the most attractive skein of yarn to which you will submit this photograph? Are any of your skeins enrolled in modeling school and these are their portfolio shots? Or have the Lithuanian clothesline manufactures attacked your street and taken off with your senses? Does someone need suggestions for things to do with her time? HOLY COW, child!
Heh.
1. Because it helps me match existing stash to new projects and makes it easier to see right at a glance if I have enough yardage of a particular type
2. Because everyone else is doing it! (just kidding).