This is a tale of two yarns, bobbins, flyers, and niddy-noddies.
Too small of bobbins, filled to bursting.
Great big new bobbins and jumbo flyer, holding twice as much.
Leading to an old niddy-noddy, giving way mid skeining, with a crack, under the pressure of such fullness.
In the end there are yards and yards of yarn.
And a shawl from the first yarn.
With something to come from the second.
At the end of last Winter, Moon wished for a rainbow hat, with earflaps. He chose the bump (bump and photo below by Loop), it came, and it sat. Last week it was pulled out, and hugged rather intensely, "I just love it, and want to keep hugging it!"
As most hats are not so huggable, he's decided it should be a buddy instead. The spinning is done, here's hoping this one goes better than the Easter fiasco!
The "Seaside" batt by Loop did get finished.
1,944 yards of spun singles, chain-plied into 648 yards of yarn,
knit into a Hitchhiker scarf.
Round and round I went.
Blue skies, knitting, a sci-fi tv series, and not a lot of thinking happening here.
It was a year ago that I made the bracelet, and after this week I am able to give it a well deserved rest. Whether or not it is filled with Amazonian power, it has served such a good purpose in reminding myself of who I am, and that there is strength in that.
And so, I have taken a step, not a leap, but a move that will hopefully help me to look out a different window or two, or atleast enjoy the view I have a bit more.
Noticing, that on the day things were decided, that without realizing it, the daily square held thoughts of the bracelet.
And, speaking of moves . . . my wheel and I had a few more arguments, but I promised her that we would have more colors and textures soon, and she has decided to cooperate, and we are on to the next color with only one more to go.
I think I have been spinning the same bump of roving for weeks now. It seems endless, it is a big bump, but still. With the stress of things lately, I was hoping spinning might settle me down. So, I began to work on this bump, it is a beautiful bump (see here), and I think I will love it when it is done, if it is ever done. The roving goes from one color to the next very slowly. And just when I thought I couldn't look at this sea-foam green for another minute, my spinning wheel has decided it's tired, too. It is refusing to cooperate. The above pile is twelve attempts to continue, but it just won't go.
And it's too hot to knit (in the 70's, yes, I am truly a pacific northwest girl, I melt after 69).
So, finally last night I picked up two scraps and put them together . . .
I have no idea.
Never mind, I think I'll just go stare at the blue blue sky . . .
"Tiger's Eye" spun from a Loop batt . . .but what I'm really excited about is . . .
They came. . . with five big LOUD noise making trucks and rigs and many men with cigarettes and cigars standing around for seven hours. The power was turned off for hours, causing me a lot of worry about the fish tank. I covered it with wool blankets, and ran home from work as soon as the power was back to uncover it.
The night before I made some marks of my own. It's a bad carving, as I had a dull knife, it was dark and raining, and I was afraid of being caught, but I know it's my moon mark near the top
And, before they came, Moon and I made a point of touching the tip top and sitting on the end. Now, as we go by, we say in passing,
"You know I touched the top of that pole",
"Once I sat on the top of that pole" or
"There happens to be a moon carved up there".
The rain kept me awake last night, and the relaxing sound of it during the day is making me drowsy. Pulled this out to work on today. Something easy and endless. Started about a year ago, it slowly grows. There is no pattern or plan. Mostly linen stitch knitting, and changing colors whenever the mood strikes. One potential problem, the yarn spun for it is running low. I knew that would happen, and I have a few more batts that can be spun for it. The problem is that my spinning has improved, and it may be difficult to recreate the soft looseness. How to un-train yourself?
This possibly-a-shawl was begun on a trip to Rhode Island, visiting my sister. We went to a beautiful inn on the coast. Lovely room, amazing food, and a great couch. While sitting on that couch, I pulled this out and started to knit. From across the room, with her back to me, she said, "You're knitting, aren't you?".
"How did you know?"
"Your breathing changed."
