Sum It Up

One of my newly-minted goals for 2014 is to solidify my online persona.  Or, more succinctly, I'd like make it more clear to those who haven't met me yet, what sort of character I am.  I've been feeling that my digital presence might not reflect the real me as well as it might.

To that end, I've decided to formulate a Tagline.  Motto, slogan, warning label, call it what you will.  I need a few well-chosen words to sum up my product, my manifesto, my Mary-ness.

I've been soul-searching, and spit-balling, and random-slogan-generating.  I got Nuthin.

Everything I come up with sounds contrived, or pretentious, or just plain weird.  But of course, how else could it be?  I'm my own worst critic.  What's wanted here is a better perspective. 

Which is where You, Gentle Readers, come in.  I need a hand here, and I'm gonna make it worth your while.  Here's what I propose:

You:  Come up with your best Mary Scott Huff Hand Knitter tagline.  Something you think really distills the whole Mary experience.  You've knitted my patterns, you've read my writing, you've spent days with me in class:  Share with me how you might sum that up.  Post your slogan in the comments between now and next Monday, January 20, 2014.  Feel free to remain anonymous, if you wish, but do put an e-mail address of some kind on your comment, so that

I:  Can send you a free digital pattern!  It's going to be a surprise which one, and I'll send it to you on Monday, after all the comments are in. 

Do check back for what others have said too.  And if you wouldn't mind, let me know whether you've met me in person or not.

I know I can count on your creativity and imagination, Friends.  After all, who knows me and what I stand for better than you?

A Little Light on the Subject

Last month, (coinciding with the shortest and darkest day of the year), I attempted to knit with black yarn.  That yarn is not the yarn you see in the photo below.  The reason that you don't see it in the photo below is that the black yarn was sent to Time Out, until such time as I could find a light to work by.  Instead, I switched to the green yarn project, which, as you can see, is worked at a much more fatass robust gauge.  You'll also notice that the light I pressed into service is a poor excuse, at best.  It's a $3 clip lamp I use for taking photos; not intended for the kind of workout I was giving it (and my eyes) as a work light.  It kept losing its feeble grip on the back of the chair and falling on the floor.  And it got hot.  Ridiculously, distractingly, dangerously(?) hot.  I concluded that Something Must Be Done.  Knitting is my job, after all, and my eyes have been through a lot this year.  And sometimes the yarn is just going to be black, so that's that.

This was a big decision for me, in that, A: I have never paid more than $19.99 for a light-throwing device in my life, and B: Doing so would be an admission that I am now an old lady who can't see well enough to knit beyond dusk.

It comes in a nice, condensed box.  The UPS man actually groaned when he brought it up the front steps to my door.  The base makes the box heavier than you might expect for its size.  The packaging was very protective and everything arrived in pristine condition.  I do wish there were a way to achieve this without the use of styrofoam, though.

The lamp requires some minimal assembly steps.  You screw the post together at the threaded junctures, for which the instructions were very clear.

Here's the fancy-pants full-spectrum bulb.  Replacements are a little exotic, as in, you can't dash out to the store for a new one.  They have to be ordered.  However, the manufacturer states that the bulb will burn for 10,000 hours, so hopefully it won't be an issue any time soon.  Interestingly, the $9.99 bulb is the same model used in the Verilux "Happy Light", which is recommended for the treatment of Seasonal Affective Disorder.

Here is the view from under the lamp.  The diffuser shield is attached with screws (tiny screwdriver included - how thoughtful!), reinforcing the idea that it won't have to be removed very often for bulb changes.  The shape and shield throw a pool of light which is focused just on my work, allowing me to keep knitting, even when my family want to watch TV with no other lights on.  Peace at last in the living room.  Who knew?

And here you can see the lamp in its natural habitat.  I was worried that the angle of the arm would cause the lamp to take up a lot of space in this tiny room, but its huge range of adjustment allows it to snuggle up nicely to the furniture.  I can easily adjust the direction and position of the light, even while I'm seated in front of it.  I especially like the largish, knurled on/off switch.  It's easy to find without looking, and engages the light with a decisive snap.  The bulb fires up immediately, unlike some florescents, which take a while to "warm up".  It's totally silent in operation, and casts a clear, bright light with no flicker or pulse.  I would describe the light as "blue-ish", compared to that of an incandescent, but not the creepy, industrial pallor of some florescents.  Colors seem very true under it, and stitches easy to read, (even black ones!) without my glasses.  It's bright, without being too bright; the glare filter lives nicely up to its name.  Best of all, the lamp stays completely cool to the touch, even after an entire winter workday of use.

I'm giving this product a hearty recommendation, for any of you who may be cursing the darkness like I was.  Since it's January, and Selfish Knitting Month, I hereby authorize you to go crazy and get one of these to let yourself see better.  Having some gear that helps you knit better and enjoy it more does not make you old.  Sitting in the dark does.

Not Much, You?

Things are about like you'd expect, here at Mary Scott Huff Hand Knitter International HQ:

Here's my In-Box (wall-mounted and 3-D!)  As you can see, there are one or two things going on at once.  And that's before we added a two-week bout with the flu, an exploding toilet (now, with authentic water damage!), and, oh yeah, Christmas.  Happy Birthday, Jesus; Hope you like Chaos!

But all that's behind us now, and things have settled to the usual dull roar.  Toilet shrapnel has been collected, insurance people contacted, and we managed to get well enough to drag ourselves to church.  And after the annual 4 parties in three days that is the Huff family Christmas tradition, I snuck into a corner with a mug of antihistamines and made these for the slipper book:

Not bad for a girl with one functional nostril, if I do say so myself.

Tomorrow is the 4th anniversary of my flight from the Cube Farm.  It's been quite a roller-coaster, to put things mildly.  I traded the security and dehumanization of working for The Man for the freedom and terror that is working for Myself.  In the last four years, I've been scared, confused, and even hungry.  I've also been honored, blessed and schooled.  I've missed deadlines, missed payments, and missed opportunities.  But I've also found deep reserves of self-reliance, friendship, and faith that I never knew were there.

Through all of that, You, Gentle Readers, have lifted me up, reminded me what I'm supposed to do, and cheered for me.  I have never felt alone, never unappreciated, and never at a loss for what to do next.  You, Knitters, Students, Readers and Friends, are my biggest inspiration, my toughest critics, and my staunchest proponents.

When I started out on my own, I thought I was going to be my own boss.  That turned out to be only partly true:  The real fact is that I work for YOU, Gentle Readers.  I have the ideas, but you make them a reality.  I make the designs, but you are the ones who really sell them.  I create the classes, but you get me the jobs.  The power you have in my life as the people who knit from my patterns, show my books to your friends, and request my presence at your events cannot be overstated.

Thank you, Thank you, from the bottom of my heart.  Without your encouragement, your high expectations, and your honest feedback, I could never have accomplished so much in four short years.  Which is a good thing, because you won't believe what I have planned for the next 4.

Happy New Year, Dear Ones!