I didn’t get much sleep to speak of between 2 and 7 this morning. At seven I went back to bed for a little over 2 hours. So I’m groggy and mellow today, listening to Abbey Road, Magical Mystery Tour, and watching the gray sky.
Last night, as usual, was fantastic at Village Yarn and Tea for spinning. It’s a big group smashed into a small space, but it’s fun to hear so many conversations going on in any direction, jumping into any and all of them at some point or another throughout the evening.
Isn’t that a fantastic thing about fiber arts? Getting the opportunity to visit with people from different backgrounds and age groups and having something in common? I love it.
I was telling Pat how bad I am with Alpaca, and that I need to practice. When I spun up the black alpaca roving from Madrona, I felt like a newbie spinner with no control at all. It was awful. She said she has buckets of Alpaca fleece just sitting around that she’s tired of. So it looks like we’re all going over to her house on Sunday evening to see Abner and pick up some Alpaca. The kids will be thrilled, and I’m really looking forward to a good lick in the face and burying my nose in his shoulder to breathe him in like old times. If he’s calm enough, I’d also love to put him and Clark nose to nose. Clark hasn’t seen a dog yet.
I’m almost done plying my three bobbins, which aren’t even close to the same length.
So I’m going to be doctoring them with my remaining fleece, trying to even it out.
I got about 10 more rows done on the shawl
and for variety’s sake, here’s a picture of my favorite violet, just beginning to burst with blooms
I spot some Koigu in the top right corner, behind some leaves.
I dug that skein out because one of Abby’s fingerless mitts were stolen on the playground a month or so ago. She said that they fell out of her shirt when she was on the monkey bars, and as she dropped down to get them, a boy with black hair grabbed one and took off. She couldn’t get a good look at him, so she doesn’t know who it was, but one of her mitts is gone, and it hasn’t turned up.
That really sucks.
So, when the shawl is done, I may make another one for her. Since I was improvising as I went the first time, it’s going to be tricky.
April 13th, 2007 at 12:38 pm
I am so jealous….I want to learn to spin someday…but hubby says no more crafts for now LOL. What?? It’s knitting related…isn’t it considered the same craft if you knit with what you spin? In any case, he’s not buying. Oh well….someday. You’re moving right along on the shawl! it’ll be done in no time. I can’t wait to see it when it’s all finished!
I hope you get some sleep tonight. Being a mama is hard sometimes. Been there…done that. I totally understand. That’s the point in time that I usually break down and get a cup o’ coffee with full caffeine just so I can have a boost. (that…and it tastes so yummy) I hope you can either have that…or take a nap :o) Either works!
April 13th, 2007 at 12:52 pm
The injustice of the playground punk swiping the mitt is too much for me. Sometimes I get so nervous about someday sending my Abby to school and the playground where punks steal hand-knit mitts that I actually consider home-schooling. Then I imagine more years of her home with me all the time and I start to sweat a little.
Your yarn and shawl look so lovely! Well cone Laura.
April 13th, 2007 at 1:20 pm
Maybe it was romantic, like when John the tutor steals one of Meg’s gloves in Little Women? Okay, that’s just me, the hopeless romantic.
April 13th, 2007 at 1:24 pm
OMG, I forgot about that wonderful scence when John steals Meg’s glove because he has a crush! Obviously that may not be the case here, but I love the idea.
Your shawl looks wonderful. Is it Frog Tree Alpaca? Must be really soft. Nice work for a sleep deprived mom.
April 13th, 2007 at 1:57 pm
I haven’t read or seen Little Women, but Gilbert does something similar in Anne of Green Gables.
I had that thought, and when I asked Nate about it he said, “No, boys are just punkers”.
Oh well. I guess he’d know.
April 13th, 2007 at 8:51 pm
Stolen handknits? Stolen Koigu?! Oh, that is just soooo wrong. I’m envying your alpaca experience since my wheel hasn’t seen any of that yet.