Random thoughts of a fiber enthusiast - mostly fiber related, sometimes coherent

Month: February 2009

Back to life

The past four days at Madrona was a wonderful way to wrap up my visit to Washington.  It was nice to relax and erase all the problems and heartache of the past few weeks.  Great friends, good food & wine, great conversations, great instructors, wonderful handknits.  What more could one ask for?  There are no pictures.  What happens in Madrona, stays in Madrona.  (But we need to remember the sippy cup trick for next year!)

Yvonne made a collection of small handmade bags to hang on your spinning and capture all the small crap that you pull out of your fiber.  She handed them out to friends that she sees only once a year at Madrona. (What a wonderful idea!)  Mine was a crocheted cotton bag in purple with lots of pretty iridescent beads.  Eat your heart out, Eva!  (There was a reason that I didn’t show it to you yesterday.)

Believe it or not, I was fairly restrained at the market.  I have fiber and yarn to last me through the next ice age, so I vowed to not go overboard and buy everything in sight.  I fell off the wagon a little bit at Dicentra Designs because Lisa has such a wonderful eye for colors.  A few drop spindles also fell into my bag.

I have a few more appointments with the workmen tomorrow before I wend my way south again.  Here’s to hoping no snow in the passes! I’ve planned ahead and purchased the chains for my car at the dealership in California last month.  It’s my insurance.  If I have them, then I won’t need them.

Madrona, here I come!

Today is set aside for getting myself ready for Madrona.  Forget about the unfinished house (slowly but surely getting there, I hope).  Forget about work projects (conference call on Tuesday signals the end of the current project/phase).  Forget about the rats in hedges that have been chewing up my car hoses (signed contract with pest control people).  Forget about my still broken down car — the one I’m to drive south to California in next week (car is in capable hands of a highly recommended mechanic on the island).  Forget about the broken spinning wheel (it’s back with James Watson and the girls ar going to help me get over it this weekend with judicious amount of wine, martinis, cheeses, and of course, fiber).

It’s almost as if nature agrees with me.  I woke this morning to sunshine on the lower parts of the Olympics mountains — all snow covered from the snow fall during the past 2 days — in a glorious display.  A tiny peek at the frilly under skirts to tease us with the sheer beauty that is yet to come.

Believe it or not, I seriously need a fiber break.  The entire time I’ve been up here, I’ve been either totally immersed with the “stuff” in the first paragraph or just too exhausted to do anything else but sit in front of the fireplace and gaze unfocused into the fire.  I have yet to pick up a set of knitting needles during the past 3 weeks.

Despite the spinning wheel disaster, I did get a little bit of spinning done.

mohair_silk

(By the way, isn’t the new floor gorgeous?)

2-ply yarn: 1 each of mohair and silk, spun to lace weight.  (Haven’t counted the yardage nor measured wpi yet.) The mohair and silk were purchased at Oregon Flock and Fiber back in 2007.  The mohair roving came in a beautiful cake box with colors that flowed gently from blue to green to purple and back to blue again (Peppermint Pastures).  The silk was purchased specifically to ply with it.  This has been my spinning project for the past several visits to the island and it’s finally done.  The twist has been setting on the niddy for a couple of weeks now.  It needs a light bath still.

Why let it sit before the bath?  The completed singles have been sitting around for close to a year.  Once I plied it to where the twist needed to be, it was seriously kinky.  If I took it off the niddy right away, the kinks would likely be more than I could handle given the state of my life lately.  So I let it sit.  Hopefully, it will be a manageable skein when I take it out of its bath as well as when I put it in.

wbd_roving

And look! It’s Waldo roving!  This roving was also purchased at OFFF in 2007.  Hand dyed superwash by Mary Barnes. I purchased it from Rowan Tree Woolery.  8.5 oz of superwash.  It doesn’t state colorway nor fiber content other than superwash, but I think it’s merino.

Years ago, when I first started to spin, people asked me whether I plan on collecting and spinning Waldo’s fur.  I wrinkled my nose and said, “I know where that dog’s been.”  I still stand by that.  So, this picture here is as close as you’ll find of me spinning “Waldo” fur — aside from whatever is clinging to my current spinning project, that is.  In any case, the color match is perfect.  No wonder I was drawn to it.

I was hoping to finish the yarn before Madrona, but it doesn’t look like that will happen.  The 3 bobbins of singles are complete.  I plied until my eyes started to cross from fatigue last night, and I’m about 1/2 way through the bobbins.  It’s lace weight, pre-wash, so it should be sock weight after it’s bath.

Off to finish the laundry, find my knitting needles, and pack!  See you at Madrona!

Inconsolable

I haven’t felt this much disappointment and heaviness of heart in a very long time.  You see, my long awaited Watson Marie spinning wheel was dropped off on my doorstep at the cottage this afternoon.  And I do mean dropped.  Somewhere during its trip from Ontario, Canada, to my little cottage on Whidbey Island in Washington state, it was dropped.  It dropped so hard that the packing box broke.  So hard that the wheel broke.  So hard that the spindles of the wheel are dangling within the packing box.

This came upon a whole series of “unfortunate events.”  If I were The Harlot, I could probably write something terribly witty and amusing, but right now, I can’t bear to talk more about all the mishaps these past few days.  For now, I just need to sit in a corner, with a drink, and try and find my happy place.  But if you know me, you also know that my happy place often involve a spinning wheel.  And, that, my dears, I just can’t bear right now.  Spinning on my Lendrum just won’t be the same when the broken Marie and her packing box is at the other end of the room.

At least this explains why UPS didn’t even bother to knock on the door to let me know that they’ve delivered it.

Update: I’ve spoken with both Andrew and James.  We are going to coordinate returning the wheel to James, since he’s just across the border.  But the heavy knot still sits in my chest.

Happy place, damn it.  Where’s that happy place?!

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