You know when you haven’t seen someone in a really long time and they ask you what you’ve been up to, and even though you’ve been up to a whole lot of crazy and fun things, you just say, “nothing much”? I’m going to try my hardest not to do that to you right now, even though I really want to because it’s easier that way. But who wants to read a blog that says nothing of interest? I wouldn’t. So here we go!
As if my knitting wasn’t already super time consuming, I decided I needed a new hobby (or rather an extension of my fiber hobby) so I learned how to spin on a drop spindle and on a spinning wheel.
I think I prefer the spinning wheel over the spindle, even though the spindle is super cheap and portable. There’s something about the mechanics of a wheel and the sound it makes as you’re treadling that makes me happy. Plus the fact that it’s less fiddly and more productive than a spindle is kind of a bonus.
Now I just need to find a generous (read: wealthy) person to donate to the “Spinning Wheel for Freshy” fund bucket. Then my life will be complete. And my 500 sq ft apartment very full. But we must all make sacrifices for the things we love.
Have you ever seen sheep get sheared? I did. It was exciting and smelly. But a weird kind of smelly. The kind that reminds you of spring fairs and petting zoos.
I may or may not have come home with a bag of raw, dirty, smelly fleece. It may or may not still be in the bag waiting to be cleaned in my tiny 500 sq ft apartment that doesn’t have a spinning wheel in it…yet. Come to think of it, I think I’m going to host a party. A fleece cleaning and carding party. You are all invited! Bring your fleece cleaning party hat!
I learned how to knit with Mawata, which is a fancy word for silk “hankies” that are made from the cocoon of a silk worm. I’m making a little something secret with it.
I decided that I didn’t like my day job enough to be there 40 hrs a week, so I dropped down to part-time. I feel like a better, happier version of myself. Plus, it allowed me to apply for a position at my local yarn store. Which I did and now I work there. Working in a yarn store is so much different than the other dreaded place of employment, because it’s warm and bright and full of soft yarn and happy people. It’s also torture because I’m surrounded by so many lovely things that don’t belong to me and it’s all I can do to not spend every paycheck buying more yarn.
This last weekend, I spent 3 days surrounded by the most amazing knitters and crafters and fiber lovers at Port Ludlow, where we learned all about and knit with luxury (read: muscox, bison, angora, vicuna…to name a few) fibers, dyed yarn, created gourmet meals for the class, drank lots of wine, and played with silk. Not to mention the giant bathtub and fireplace in every room. I might have gone a little fan girl over Stephanie (aka the Yarn Harlot) and Tina of Blue Moon Fiber Arts, but I think they’re used to it. And even though she probably says it to everyone, Stephanie said that they really liked me and hoped to see me again, and I proceeded to blush and stutter a lot and posed awkwardly for a photo. I’m so cool. But more on that tomorrow.
What have you been up to lately?