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Friday, January 26, 2007
I shot the cow
It was a quick death. Easy decision.
It's tax time. Yes, this is long, work with me. Tax time last From January until April 15th for me. In January it starts with the Sales tax payments and estimated taxes to the federal government. Fun stuff. But it doesn't end. I need to diligently chip away at the pizza box of receipts I have.
Back to the dead cow.
In filing taxes I realized that if I opened a shop under a name different than my business name, I would need to get a new Tax ID or change the business name altogether. I didn't want to completly change it. I would rather eat my wool than file another set of tax documents.
The argyle cow will now be turned into a mascot. Spunky the argyle wearing cow. Or maybe I'll put argyle on a sheep. Maybe I'll put argyle on a whole barnyard full of animals. It's a compromise I can live with. So I suppose the cow isn't dead, it's just been kicked to the sidelines.
Thank you for all the yarny compliments on the last post. The yarn finishing is with good timing. This happened earlier this week:
That crumpled up look, is pretty much how it got all felty. And what you can't tell is that it was the size for a 7 year old and is now the size for a 2 year old. If only the arms weren't felted closed, Baby boogie would have a warm bunny sweater. Bunny INTARSIA that is. Did you read that?
INTARSIA
I hate intarsia.
I avoid intarsia.
The bunny sweater will become a tote bag and the new sweater will have to replace the bunny one. There will NOT be bunnies on the new one. Again, I'd rather eat the wool than make another one with intarsia.
I would say I would start on the sweater now but I had gotten in some new yarn the other day and I'm smitten. I'll have to tell you about that next week. The love is so new, it makes me all giggly and giddy.