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Odds & Ends

Lots of people have asked if we would be doing t-shirts for The Shepherd and The Shearer. I set up a Cafe Press shop last night, mostly because I wanted this iPhone cover with my silhouette on it, because it’s awesome.

There are a variety of t-shirts, tote bags, water bottles and coffee cups and 100% of the profits will go to The Shepherd and The Shearer Scholarship Fund. And Cafe Press has a 15% off coupon code, good through 12/10/12, on orders of over $50. Enter SHOPUP in the promo code box at check-out.

Speaking of The Shepherd and The Shearer, we have about 50 spots left in this kick-ass project. We also have 11 spots left in our the 2013 Juniper Moon Farm Sock Club.

I am currently reading The Case of the Missing Servant: From the Files of Vish Puri, Most Private Investigator (A Vish Puri Mystery) and it’s so good that I’ve already ordered the next two book in the series. It’s sort of in the tradition of the Alexander McCall Smith series The No. 1 Ladies’ Detective Agency. Light reading for sure, but entertaining.

 

My friend Kris and I are planning a trip to Edinburgh, Scotland this summer.

I am taking so much comfort in Harney & Sons Fine Teas Hot Cinnamon Spice 
these days. It drink it all the time at the farm, and it helps make me slightly less homesick just smelling it.

Speaking of cinnamon, I posted a recipe for the best cinnamon rolls I’ve ever tasted over at the BY HAND blog.

Finally, I think it would be wrong not to share this handsome picture of Jack with you. Isn’t he lovely?

 

What is it about Mondays?

I had an appointment with a brand new doctor today, a gastroenterologist. I am going to go out on a limb here and say that no hilarious story ever starts with the word “gastroenterologist” in the first sentence.

I took some awesome pictures while I was waiting in the exam room, though. Maybe when this is all said and done, I’ll do a one woman photography show entitled, Pictures I took in Exam Rooms While Waiting to See Doctors. You will, of course, want the oversized, four-color coffee table book that goes with it.

So, it turns out that it took a long time to diagnose my diseases because my symptoms came all backwards and out of order. I can officially tell you that I have Crohn’s Disease, with a possible side of Sarcoidosis*. On Friday, I’m having a colonoscopy and an endoscopy to check for granuloma.

I have spent a lot of time trying to figure out how I am feeling about all of this and I can honestly say that I am simultaneously relieved, embarrassed, pissed off and excited.

I’m relieved that specialists in their field’s have found incontrovertible medical evidence that there is something physically wrong with me. One of my biggest fears was that I would end up with no diagnosis or end up in one of the catch-all categories that sick people are put into when no diagnosis can be found. I think that would be terribly frustrating, and that I would worry that people didn’t really believe anything was wrong with me.

I’m embarrassed that at least one of the things wrong with me has to do with digestion. I’m a bit of a prude when it comes to bodily functions. I generally don’t find fart jokes funny. Crohn’s Disease is pretty icky. I figure posting photos of a digestive tract here is step one towards getting over this.

The anger isn’t anything specific or intense, just a general feeling that I have Things to Do and this isn’t something I have time for. “Why me?!?”, etc.

Mostly though, I am excited that I am starting treatment on Monday to get all of this nonsense under control. I’m going to be taking injectable drugs called Tumor Necrosis Factor Blockers along with some drugs that make them work better. Hopefully I’ll be in remission quickly and then it’s a question of staying there. That’s all really good stuff.

I have received so many lovely, supportive emails from blog readers who are worried about me and my weirdo health, so I wanted to post an update here letting you know that I am okay. I’m on the road to Wellville. This feels very much like the beginning of something good.

* My gastroenterologist asked me if I’d ever heard of Sarcoidoisis and I was like, “Um…yeah. About once a week on House. It’s always the first thing they rule out in the dying guy.”

What’s the most embarrassing thing on your iPod?

I’ll be putting up a real post later, when I’m back from the doctor’s office this afternoon, but in the meantime, I’m curious. What’s the most embarrassing song or album on your iPod?

I ask because I just accidentally hit the spacebar on my MacBook, FILLING the coffee house I’m sitting in with the dulcet sounds of Fernando by ABBA. Don’t get me wrong- Fernando is absolutely the best song about the Mexican revolution written by a 1970s Swedish pop band. I will stand by that.

But it was still a little mortifying.

I will also cop to having an entire Barry Manilow playlist, and a whole lot of 90s music.

How about you? True confession time.

Giving Thanks

Like most American’s, I celebrated today but eating too much and watching others engage in athletic pursuits on television. But to be honest, my feasting and football watching were half-hearted at best this year. I was incredibly distracted by my excitement over The Shepherd and The Shearer and all the attention it has received in the last couple of days.

[If you're new here- or have been away from the blog awhile- you can catch-up by reading this, followed by this.]

Emily and I hoped that knitters would understand what we are trying to do here, but we had no idea there would be so many like-minded wool-lovers out there. And we certainly never expected to sell well over half of our 200 available spots in the first 24 hours. The virtual bell over our virtual shop door has been ringing non-stop since 10 a.m. CST yesterday!

I am so thankful for all of your support. So thankful for each of you who has reached out to me with ways to spread the word and increase the participation. So thankful to partners Emily Chamelin, Katie Davies and Kirsten Kapur for collaborating on this project.

And I am ever-thankful for my flock, the inspiration for this project and everything else I do.  In their honor, I am re-posting something I wrote ages ago for the Huffington Post later today.

I hope everyone had a glorious day. Happy Thanksgiving, y’all!

The Big Announcement

It all started with a sweater, as these things often do.

I bought this sweater 20 years ago at a farmers market in Washington D.C. and I wear it nearly every day in the winter. I wear it to feed the sheep and work around the farm, or when I’m running errands. It’s almost like a coat for me.

When I first bought it, it wasn’t particularly soft but it has softened up a bit over the years. Most remarkably, it hasn’t pilled the way sweaters knit from softer yarns are apt to.

Last year, I brought that sweater with me when I did my yarn shop book tour, and, in nearly every yarn shop I wore it into, a customer would come up to me and say, “I want to make a sweater like that! Where can I find that yarn?” I would explain that most shops don’t carrying hard-wearing Aran weights and why, and all the knitters within earshot would protest loudly that they would absolutely buy that kind of yarn if shops sold it. Then the shop owner would point out that they had carried that kind of yarn and it never sold.

It was like being in Groundhog Day. It happened in every store I wore that sweater to.

The fact is, most knitters judge a yarn by it’s softness, not by it’s hard-wearingness. I admit I am guilty of this too. Don’t believe me? Hang out in a yarn shop for a couple of hours. Everyone who walks in will pick up a yarn they are considering and rub it on their neck to see if it’s scratchy.

The problem with this is that every garment isn’t suited to a buttery soft yarn. There are some yarns that will pill if you stare at them too hard, let alone lean against the back of a chair. The key is to select the right yarn for your project, and for a sweater like the one I’m wearing above, you need a sturdy, aran yarn. And if you live in the United States, good luck finding one.

My dear friend and sheep shearer Emily Chamelin and I lamenting this sorry state of affairs a few months ago around my dining table when we decided to do something about it. Why not start an education campaign to show knitters the value of the traditional hardy yarns?

And, while we were at it, we could have the yarn of our dreams milled to our own specifications!

And, to help the project get some legs, we could ask a couple of famous-famous designers to collaborate with us on sweater patterns to match the yarns!

And we could put the patterns in a book that documented the entire process of making the yarn, from Emily’s shearing the sheep through the milling process!

And Emily could buy the fleeces from the people she shears for!

And, since we are both women in jobs that are traditionally reserved for men, we should do something awesome with the profits that would encourage women to become shepherds and shearers!

As you can see, things very got a little out of hand. But we are shepherds, so we were able to round all and sort our ideas up fairly quickly. We did a lot of research. We had hours-long conversations with mills about process and timing. We decided to reach out to two of the most important and respected designers and ask them to collaborate with us on this project. We assumed they would both say no. They both said yes. We screamed and danced around the kitchen and asked each other if we were crazy for taking on such an enormous project.

And then we decided that we had to do this because it was too important not to do it.

 

 

Today, I am over the moon to present to you, The Shepherd and The Shearer, a collaborative knitting project.

For the details, and how you can join us, you’ll have to come back and read Part Two this afternoon. The Shepherd is out of caffeine…

 

Big Announcement Tomorrow!

It was going to be today, but then several things went very wrong. I don’t want our big news to be tainted by the vexing things that happened earlier, so I’ll save it for the morning.

Any more guesses?!?

Big Sale at BY HAND

We are clearing out the shop (and my mama’s front hall closet) over at the BY HAND Shop. All t-shirts and posters are half price, although sizes are a bit limited on the t-shirts. Get ‘em before they are gone!

Another JMF Wovember post!

This one is like a time machine! Does anyone remember back when Erin and I would drive the fleeces from Martha’s Vineyard to Prince Edward Island? Good times…

Odds & Ends

I am guilty of being a bit of an absentee landlord these days, both here and over at the BY HAND blog. But I have gotten organized over the course of the last few days and I promise to do better!

I am in Texas for a few weeks for some personal business, and while I’m away, I have totally Tom Sawyer-ed my dear friend Emily and her daughter Lydia into farm sitting for me, with the able assistance of my BFF Amy. Can I just say that it is humbling to have friends who are willing to do me such enormous favors? And I seem to have a lot of them.

Did I mention that Jack and I drove from Virginia to Texas? With the help of yet another friend? Straight through? I don’t recommend it. Here is what Jack did for 1200 miles:

Speaking of driving, I have to say that I am weirdly proud of the high milage on my car. It’s sort of a reverse-elitism thing, I think. When I was growing up, we lived next door to the richest family in town, and every year they bought two brand-new matching Lincoln Continentals. That seems like something that should have a listing in DSM IV, doesn’t it? I mean, we lived in a tiny town, so the milage must have been really, really low. And also, we lived in a really tiny town, so who exactly were they impressing?

I have no idea whether that little story informs my current pride in owning a car with lots of miles on it or not. Amy’s husband Paul (who dabbles in used car-salesmanship) says that, since the economic downturn, many people are holding on to their cars until they are completely unfixable.  So maybe I’m just on-trend? How many miles are on your car? Do you feel like you need a new one?

So, this happened.

When I was over at Amy’s the a couple weeks ago, her middle daughter (the one who is the most like her Aunt Susan in ways both positive and negative) came outside wearing this. It seems she had been trying since Halloween to convince her seasonally-sensitive family that it was time to start watching Christmas movies, and this was her final appeal.  Dear Lord, I love that child!

 

Thank you

When I started Juniper Moon Farm five years ago, I was looking for a way to feed myself and my small flock of sheep and goats. I wasn’t looking for a support system, or friends, or a fan club. I just thought that there might be a few knitters who could understand what I was trying to do with my flock and would support my efforts by buying shares in our yarn harvest.

I was incredibly lucky to find a few knitters who understood the concept of the Yarn CSA right off the bat and wanted to be a part of my farm.  They became shareholders, financially supporting the farm, which was awesome.

But they didn’t stop there. From almost day one, I started getting emails from shareholders telling me how much they appreciated what I was doing, that I was living their dream,  thanking me for letting them live vicariously through the CSA. When the blog started, those same folks left supportive comments of the “You can do it!” variety whenever I wrote about feeling blue.

A Ravelry group was formed, and the shareholders started talking to each other, getting to know one another an becoming friends. In a very real and concrete way, the shareholders in our Ravelry group became a support system for one another, helping each other through divorces, illness and worse. A “phone tree” was started to make sure than when  a JMF Auntie was in trouble or in need of some cheering, the word was spread. I’ve heard from more than one member who was shocked to receive dozens and dozens of cards and hand-knits in the mail from people who had nothing more in common than a love of yarn and  a devotion to Juniper Moon Farm.

At our twice-yearly Shearing Day Celebrations, as soon as everyone figured out who was who, shareholders would embrace each other like long lost relatives. Shareholders who lived near each other got together for meet-ups at fiber festivals. Shareholders made arrangements to stay with other shareholders when they were traveling. True and abiding friendships were formed.

Now picture me, standing back while all of this happened with my mouth hanging open. I was completely and utterly gobsmacked by all of this. Every bit of it. I had zero intention of starting a community. I take zero credit for any of it.

This amazing, magical group of (mostly) women came together completely spontaneously and organically. And I am deeply, intensely, profoundly grateful that it did, because, as it turns out, a community was exactly what I needed.

I have made some of the best friends I’ve ever had in my life from this blog and Ravelry group. I’m not going to name you all (because I am incredibly likely to leave someone out by accident) but you know who you are.

And, yesterday, when Herriot was picked as Jess’ Selection on Ravelry’s Yarn page, the very first thing I thought was, “We did this.”

We.

You and me.

There is no “I” in Juniper Moon. Okay, there is, but you get my point. There is no Juniper Moon without each and every one of you.

Thank you. For reading the blog. For supporting the farm with your CSA Shares. For all the emails and comments and cards and gifts.

For being as excited as I was when our commercial yarns made it to yarn shop shelves all over the country.

For making Juniper Moon possible.

Thank you for letting me live this life.