SpaceCadet At The Pittsburgh Knit & Crochet Festival!

His Vision: He is having surgery this week — nothing major, but enough to keep him on off his feet and off work for a few weeks. And in his vision, he sees himself sitting comfortably in bed — or perhaps on the couch, remote control in hand — where pillows will be lovingly fluffed for him, and cups of tea brought on a tray …perhaps with a plate of cookies to soothe his suffering. He sees himself waited on hand and foot, while he gently recovers in peace and serenity. A bit like man-flu, but fittingly multiplied.

The Big News: SpaceCadet Creations has manged to get a last-minute spot at the Pittsburgh Knit and Crochet Festival! This is so exciting, I can hardly tell you! If you’ve ever wanted to see the SpaceCadet’s yarns in person — if you want to see the colours in real life instead of in pictures, or just want to pet all the lovely fibers — please do come. We’d love to see you!

The Reality: There is an enormous amount of work to be done — an enormous amount! — and only three weeks to do it. There are kilos (and kilos and kilos…) of yarn to be dyed. And then to be reskeined and twisted and tagged. I’ve got to get a sign made, and cards printed, and get bags sourced. I’m trying to figure out how to dress the booth — baskets? shelves? racks? what?!? — so that everything looks good (and nothing comes tumbling down!). And then, of course, there is the shop to keep stocked as well, the custom orders to fill, and a few special projects that I already had up my sleeve.

I am so excited and so looking forward to the Festival but — oh! — there is so much to do! And only three weeks to do it! Did I mention there’s only three weeks?!?

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Sooooo… back to his vision…

He will get good care, and he will get love. And cups of tea. No really, he will!

But when I should be waiting on him hand and foot, I… um… I’ll probably be out in the studio dyeing. And when I ought to be fluffing his pillows, I’ll be… yeah… out in the studio dyeing. And when his dinner should be arriving on a tray, or his teacup being refilled (again), I might be out getting the sign made, and the cards printed, and finding those baskets and shelves…

I’m afraid his peaceful and serene recovery isn’t going to be anything like what he envisions, and I feel terrible about that. The poor lad. But, hey, SpaceCadet’s gets to go to the Pittsburgh Knit and Crochet Festival! And you get to come and snorgle all the fibery goodness in person!

Soooo… are you going to tell him, or am I?

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(…I vote you!)