Thursday, 16. November 2006
Spin the Wheel.
When I was at my parents house last weekend, I somehow made a stupid mistake.

It all started out well: I sat down with the dog and brushed him for a long time to collect some of his wonderfull wool - it is a lot like Angora, and some people call dog wool "Chiengora". He has a double-layered coat, and I use only the inner, fluffy, soft layer, not the harsh hairy outer layer.

Then, I found some silk, a bit Merino, a handfull black Karakul for interest, and some Texel - I thought! In reality, I grabbed some Lamb's fleece.

Card, card, card - and proudly show my mother, telling her how I would make socks out of that just like one pair I have already? "With Lamb", she asked?

Hm. No, not really. So, what should I do with three ounces of lamb/silk/dog/merino?




It looks stiff and unwieldy - and feels a bit like that too - but I think I was too gentle in my washing and must use hotter water, more detergent and more "swishing around", and then some "beating up" afterwards. 320 metres.



I also made some progress on a running project, namely 400 grams of lovely handpainted Merino from a spinning friend. There are all kinds of yellows, green and turquoises, and a grey here and there. Nonetheless, I always refer to it as "the blue yarn" *laughs*




250 grams out of 400 grams, 800 metres

Sometimes, it is just very soothing to sit in front of the spinning wheel and fill bobbins, empty them, fill them again and feel the soft wool against ones fingers as the dreams and hopes for ones handicraft passes through the fingers and enters the real world on the bobbins, in skeins, hanks, balls and knit objects.


Have a nice day

Lene

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