He’s In Trouble

This post would be coming to you chock-full of photos featuring the finished Inside Out Baby Blanket, wrapped and ready to send on its way to my darling niece, as well as the new yarn I just plied on my fabulous new spinning wheel, and an almost-finished-except-for-the-modifications-I-made Pretty Thing cowl.

I say would, because as I was getting ready to throw myself into photographer mode this weekend to prepare for these posts, Mr. Joseph gave me a smirk and tried to talk me out of it. When I asked him why he didn’t want me to spend some time taking a few pictures, his bashfully replied “The camera is at work.”

Now, this would be completely fine if Mr. Joseph was a  professional photographer with a studio of some sort; leaving the camera within this workplace would logically make perfect sense.

Well, Mr. Joseph works at a salon as a makeup artist, and actually left the camera there after taking some (I’ll admit they are fantastic) headshots of the staff for the company’s website. While all fine and good for the salon, my not having access to a camera during a three day weekend, particularly during a Sunday afternoon of pristine light made me a little angry this weekend.

At the very least I’ve been able to channel the angry energy ¬†(as we all do, otherwise we would certainly be in prison, hence why knitting is so wonderful for society) into the Pretty Thing cowl, which is probably the reason why it’s grown so fast.

I’m going to come back when I have some photos to share. We’re going to talk about the yarn cake “poke test” – a Hunter original – that has me worried about how I’m going to finish this cowl. It’s a classic example of how perfectly intelligent adults make stupid decisions while knitting. Stay tuned.

About Hunter Liam

Hunter's grandmother had him making buttons and threading her sewing machine at the age of three. Ever since then, he's been obsessed with making things with his hands as a form of creative expression.Knitter, spinner, designer, writer, photographer, dancer . . . or just a creative soul with ADD.

I Didn’t Think It Would Happen

Your visits to the website crashed the sucker down.¬†I couldn’t be more proud!

Is this enough for me to consider myself a professional writer? Maybe not.

I think I’m channeling my inner Carrie Bradshaw because my desk faces a window, sort of like this. I even have the same facial expression right now. Add a cat to the left and an espresso machine to the right (I’m pretty much throwing my head under¬†the spout and chugging as it brews) and that picture could have been taken by some stalker outside my window within the last fifteen minutes.

Why did I just compare myself to a fictional column writer? Well, it’s not because the Chicago Tribune called me up to author a “Knitting In The City” article. Actually, I feel like a writer because of¬†you. Let me explain.

The beginning of a blog is a lot like buying your first pair of sexy underwear. You mostly do it for yourself and hope that one day when someone sees you in them they’ll be excited and inspired instead of disgusted and depressed.

The difference?¬†At least with a ¬†blog you’re practically guaranteed not to experience any uncomfortable or awkward thong moments (except for that one time I wrote a post wearing a thong, but that’s a story for a different day).

The perks pretty much end there. Writing out your opinions and about the details of your personal life puts you in a vulnerable position, just like standing there in your unmentionables. On the one hand, you’re excited to show off what you’ve got – on the other, you wince at the thought of a negative backlash that blows away any self-confidence you have.

From July through December of last year, this blog averaged a total of about 10 visits per day. All of a sudden starting in January, the number of visitors start to creep up readily. During the last two weeks, the numbers have increased exponentially.

Because of this, when I attempted to login to write this entry, I was receiving some obnoxious technical error I didn’t understand. I called my hosting service to see what was going on, and was told that the site had crashed due to an “high¬†amount of simultaneous requests”.

It was if a doctor had just told me “Hunter, you’re ¬†pregnant”. In my mind it was really that impossible.¬†¬†I just didn’t understand what he was talking about.

Ultimately, he explained: websites are hosted on servers; servers have limitations, just like your computer does; websites are placed on servers based on anticipated data requests; data requests are essentially visits to the site; calculations were way off, and there were more requests than the server was capable of handling (or my hosting plan paid for), so the site just retreated to the nearest corner and curled into the fetal position in order to self-soothe.

Well, after hearing all of this I decided it was time to upgrade and switch hosts to ensure your experience remains as fabulous and steady as it has always been. The changes went live today, and, as an added bonus, you should notice some faster load times as you navigate the blog.

I’ve heard of this happening before to other bloggers, but if you asked me a year ago when I wrote my first entry if I ever thought it would happen to me, I would’ve just laughed and moved on with my day.

I guess what I’m trying to say is¬†thank you. Thank you for making me feel like a writer.

Thank you for liking the way I look in my underwear.

About Hunter Liam

Hunter's grandmother had him making buttons and threading her sewing machine at the age of three. Ever since then, he's been obsessed with making things with his hands as a form of creative expression.Knitter, spinner, designer, writer, photographer, dancer . . . or just a creative soul with ADD.