I have the claimed yarns packed for shipping, and photographed the rest for the Blog Reader Specials page.
Later today I should get a short order of pre-hanked Phydlbitz Sock base yarn.
I am struggling with a problem that I don’t know how to fix. My body is getting to where I can pretty well produce a regular collection of yarns each week. The problem is that they aren’t selling as quickly as I can make them, which is discouraging to me — why make more if what I’ve already done isn’t selling? I know that isn’t entirely rational, but also not entirely unreasonable, either.
I know that for most weeks, I can produce 24 skeins, and I could probably do even 30 in a week. Dyeing 30 in a week, and then actually selling 30 in a week, would be wonderful, as it would enable me to keep up with my expenses and have some measure of cushion for the weeks when I can’t produce as much — either for health concerns or for the inevitable disruptive weather we have here.
There are a couple of essays or pieces that have been rolling in my head, but I’m having trouble wrapping my head around how to write them. That annoys me, because what’s in my head keeps nagging at me. I should probably just get a pad and start writing. Sometimes writing on the keyboard isn’t effective, and talking to the keyboard is clumsy even if I had the best text-to-type software (which I used to have but can no longer afford).
I have also thought about just having a Morning Coffee video, talking at the camera when I first get up and have my coffee. I’m not sure that would be super effective either. But it’s a possibility, since I have a ring light and pretty good video editing software. I’m not sure I’m ready for doing live video. In this age of young people dominating the instant video market, I’m not sure anyone wants to listen to an old man sucking coffee and blurting out whatever comes to mind. Especially since I’m not a “social influencer” and don’t push fashion, food, or fame; indeed, I’m usually shirtless with my first 3 or 4 cups of coffee. 🙂
The day moves on. BigBoy has been fed, I’ve had my morning fluffy eggs and meds. There are some domestic chores I should take care of, while I ponder how to move yarns out the door.