Finished Object: A hat was made

There are very few models in the house. So unless I catch Mr. Nake-id in the mood to pose in a girly beret, I'm left with the other men in the house.

The beret is Hannah Fettig's Simple Beret in multiple gauges. Because of the bulky nature of the handspun I was using (and my pin head and limited yardage), I adjusted the pattern beyond the gauges the designer offered. Cast on 52, multiply and divide accordingly. (The yarn: Herie7 Natural Fiber Treasures black-white Norwegian handspun wool purchased at Wild Yarns.)

Knitting with handspun is a joy, like knitting with yarn someone breathed life into. An absolute joy. (For me, if not Antone.)


Slow progress

So many things conspire to keep us away from the needles and knitty noddies and these pages.

Deadlines, fresh interests, the occasional detour into a good read (where is there another one just like it?), household chores and the pursuit of new boots have intervened. 

There's been knitting, a new design, which has me bursting--and miraculously spinning (thanks to the Sunday Spinners!)--but it's all so slow going.

The above is yarn spun from a Fleece Artist roving purchased eons ago that's been languishing on a bobbin these many months. But it's progress.

Cashmere and cupholders

We are playing a little game of chance in our spinning group--spinning poker--that involves choosing cards from spinning categories and then creating a yarn from those cards.

I selected "super bulky," "luxury fiber," "two-ply," "socks" and "four colors."

We only need to use four of our five cards. I was going to toss socks (super bulky socks?) but now might jettison "super bulky," and spin for socks. Mighty soft socks.

And, I've cheated, selecting a 20/80 cashmere/merino from Color Craze Fiber, instead of a 100 percent exotic. A girl's gotta think of her pocketbook.

We'll see what waltzes onto the bobbin.

Also, while we were all spinning, I joked that we needed cup holders for our wheels. Turns out, there's an Etsy vendor who does just that. Domestically produced plastic cup holders for spinning wheels. American ingenuity at its finest.

Crafting. I swear, it's the answer to our economic woes.

Spinning: A holiday miracle

Truly a miracle: She spun something.

Do something unexpected this holiday season!

Spun out

This is the not-so-excellent yarn I spun from Black Hills Woolies Teeswater/Cotswold roving. Not to impugn the fiber, which was a delight, but more the skill of the spinner. (Nobody will be locking me in a tower anytime soon and asking that straw be spun into gold. There's some consolation.)

The color is naturally variegated due to how it was carded. And it's a weetle scratchy. Again, my bad, I should have spun it woolen- not worsted-style.

Still. It's 70 yds of finished yarn. What should I do with it? Discuss, please. 

Tour de Fleece report

As you can see, the most attractive element in this photo is the buckeye burl spindle I bought from Gypsy Wools. The roving I'm spinning is a good starter fiber, a nice, not-too-slick Wensley/Lincoln--local, I believe. I'm spinning it as part of my half-hearted participation in Ravelry's Tour de Fleece, running in sync with the Tour de France.

The above has been a treat to spin, but the result I fear is vaguely, hmmm, pubic. Perhaps plying will help.


Spinning a 4th of July


That I am finally spinning respectable yarn should inspire fireworks.

No doubt the bombs, whistles and sundry explosions rocking our neighborhood this weekend had more to do with the birth of this great country, but one can pretend.

And, to be perfectly truthful, there was a lot more cooking and consuming than yarn production: Homemade cherry-almond granola (the wonderful Carmen's recipe), grilled wild-caught, honey-glazed salmon spiked with Durango Hickory Smoked Sea Salt, wilted kale over grilled polenta, mixed-grain cheddar bisquits (courtesy of the in-house baker), wild rice salad with blue cheese in a white-wine vinaigrette, and to wrap up a long, delicious weekend with cookies-and-cream ice cream from Paleteria Chihuahua. Yo caro hilado!