How was your weekend? Mine was good, full of baseball and fiber.
While Augie Ojeda, the Diamondbacks Teeny Little Super Guy was amassing eight RBI’s and bringing up his batting average to a stellar .370, I was a knitting and spinning fiend.
I finally finished spinning and setting the twist on the yarn from Cookie’s second shearing despite the fact that someone who is now banned from this house tried to throw out my roving. (A few Charlotte skeins are in the mix as well.) Oh, and pay no attention to that liquor on the sideboard. Other than the tequila which David pulled out to make chair-nap margaritas yesterday, it is rarely touched.
New yarn in hand, I revisited the Favorite Sweater Sweater just in time for 100 plus degree temperatures. Yes, I love heavy wool on my lap in the Sonoran Desert summer. Design-wise, I had planned on continuing the brown yarn from Cookie’s first shearing (yes, Shetlands change color) on the top of the stripes but decided I did not have enough yarn to do so. I think it still looks good, very rustic and earthy. Comments?
It’s a raglan sweater, knit in the round. I have never knitted a raglan sweater before and am a wee bit nervous about when the time comes for putting the sleeves and body together on one big circular needle. Raglan knitters out there, I could use your support.
Not content to stop spinning while my mojo was at its apex, I spun this llama yarn from roving I got last year at the Taos Wool Festival. I just love it. It was a joy to make and inspired me to spin more of this previously untried fiber as this was all I had. Yes, I am looking greedily toward Spartacus and hoping he will cooperate and let us relieve him of his fur. Soon.
Next, I turned my attention to this mess I dyed last year. The baby I was going to spin and knit for is probably in college already but, other than more brown wool roving, this was all I had clean and ready to spin. I love brown, I do; but I needed some variety. Plus, I think I want to experiment with over-dyeing the brown because I have nothing else to do other than 10,000 loads of laundry and a million hours of housework.
Despite the color variegation, at a glance it just looks chartreuse. I think I’ll three-ply it and try to sell it because I DON’T NEED ANY MORE PURPOSELESS YARN. I truly need to purge my stash and hopefully earn some gas money. Yes, I love my big diesel pickup truck. I only twitch a little when I spend $120 filling it up.
As the weekend ended, and HH was down for the count, I watched Borat and lost a lung laughing heartily but with some guilt for the poor souls that were punked by the man. I think I need to do extra good deeds today to get my karma on track, especially if I watch it again as I plan to do.
Happy Beltane Everyone. Have a wonderful week.