I’ve got a lab in Kalamazoo

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Hiya! It is I, Bruce. Things have been a little strange and discombobulating around here recently. First a mountain of books and cardboard appeared, and suddenly Kate and Tom were completely preoccupied with foraging in this mountain. Then my friends Mel, Gordon, and Ivor came to visit, but unusually they were not interested in playing with me or with BALL but seemed to much prefer stuffing books in envelopes and generating curious noises from the mysterious beast known as Franking Machine. This has gone on for some time now, and while Kate messes around with all the books and envelopes she amuses herself by singing many songs. These songs generally concern the places to which the books are traveling. When an order comes in from Kalamazoo, Michigan, she loudly strikes up “I’ve got a gal in Kalamazoo” and I have also spent many hours listening to her howling “Take me back to Louisville, KY” and wailing along to “The Chattanooga Choo Choo”. Despite the (ahem) singular quality of Kate’s voice, these songs are actually rather jolly, and all I can say is that Louisville, Kalamazoo and Chattanooga really sound much more fun and much more interesting than Scotland, particularly when no-one will play with you because they are singing songs or doing unspeakable things to Franking Machine. So yesterday I decided I would get out of dodge and stow away to Kalamazoo. I popped on a couple of blue airmail stickers, crept into the van, and prepared for my transatlantic journey.

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Sadly, Tom caught me in my hiding place among the the mail crates and my plan was foiled. Curses! No Kalamazoo for me! But then an interesting thing happened. When I came back into the house there was no more cardboard! The book mountain had considerably diminished! Franking Machine was quiet! And Kate had finally stopped singing! I think I can safely say that things are getting back to normal. Perhaps I shall visit Kalamazoo another day.
See you soon love Bruce xx


Kate adds: phew – we are all caught up! If you placed an order for a book between 7th November and today I’m very happy to say that your package has shipped and will be with you very soon! Also, my singing is really not that bad . . .

quick update

If you have placed an order for Yokes, most of you will by now have received an email containing your unique code to enable download of the digital e-book.

If you haven’t received this email, please first check your spam and all your other folders, particularly any ‘promotions’ or ‘social’ folders that your email client may have set up for you.

If you still can’t find your email, my pal Russell has set up a genius system which will send your code to you automatically.

Simply enter your email address here and wait for the response.

(Every order placed is assigned its own unique code; if you haven’t placed an order, you won’t receive a code!)

When you have received your code, to access the e-book, you should first log into Ravelry and then enter your code here.

(It is necessary to log in before redeeming your code if you would like the book to appear in your Ravelry ‘library’. If you are not a Ravelry member, don’t worry about this step)

If you are still experiencing difficulties, or have any questions about the book or download, please contact me on yokesATkatedaviesdesigns.com

Now, back to those labels . . .

speak soon xx

Industry

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Here’s what Mel, Gordon, Tom and I have been doing for the past couple of days. . .

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. . .when I tell you that this pretty pile is about 10 boxes shy of the total amount of orders we have processed just this weekend, you will have some sense of the scale of operations here at Colours of Shetland dispatch central. When the postie comes to collect them tomorrow, these books will be winging their way to Hawaii and Tokyo, Hamburg and Goteborg, Baton Rouge and Vancouver.

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But worry not, everyone — I’m getting lots of sleep, and next week I’m definitely returning to some knitting.

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