Wool

:: In my hands

:: On my feet

:: Over our beds

Gosh, it's truly the season for digging out wool. Wrap up warm, friends!

Applied Yarn

The witchcraft has begun. This ability to transmute fluff into wearable, necessary, life saving clothes has begun to trickle through the spinning-to-needle process and we have a result. We have ... a hat.





People, I feel like a boss. I have found how to turn mud into gold. In primitive societies I would be a priestess now... along with the guy who learned how to make fire by rubbing two sticks together. Stories should be written about me and I should go down in folklore like Rumpelstiltskin... because, dude, I can turn fluff into solid cloth. Hear. Me. Roar.

Yes, I am rather happy about this amazing transformation of myself from a consumer to producer of yarn.

Now all I have to do is practice until the yarn is a consistent thickness, learn how to dye, buy some sheep, buy the farm to put the sheep in, learn how to be a sheep farmer, learn how to shear and card and .... I can knit more hats.

Out of Town :: 3

I've been keeping the spinning up with a take-along drop spindle, quite apt in this sheep farming centre of the UK, with hidden gems like this to fuel the addiction.

I am getting to the end of my patience with the drop spindle; I feel an itch to get back to the easier, faster, wheel. Much less stress on the arm, much less time to wait for the wool to hit the sticks.

If you've been following either my twitter or flickr stream you'll have been noticing a steady stream of spindle pictures recently. Hopefully these will be replaced by a steady stream of wheel pictures. Soon.

The Old-Fashioned Way

I have a swift. I have a yarn winder. But here I am winding yarn the old-fashioned way.

That's what happens when you can't wait to get started with yarn....


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Wool Season

In my hands, around my neck, over my arms: wool. It consumes my crafting moments, it fills my head by burrowing into the part of the 'Mama brain' core to urge me to plan more knits, more woollens, more warmth.

When I sleep I dream in yarn weight and wake to thoughts of new projects.

And this year I must. learn. to. spin.

I do declare it's open season on knitting.


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