I started spinning in the morning again. Every morning used to have some sort of fiber work (play), but then it just stopped. I stopped, and didn’t realize that I was missing it. It’s been nice to start the day with
We live in an instant gratification society. Everything is now and how fast. Cleaning fleece is the exact opposite of this. It takes time, patience, and a lot of soap. I’ve been fortunate enough to be able to process my own fleeces, and the payback has been more than just fiber. This fleece is Romney, from my new sheep friend over at Grape Hollow Farm. I’m learning to take my time and breathe a little while I’m working. With any luck, I’ll have this and the other Romney (different farm) and alpaca (also a different farm) fleeces ready to be carded by September. There’s no instant gratification here, but I’ll have a wonderful selection of fiber to spin through the winter.
I freaked out a little yesterday. I took my grand (and organized) plan for the year and realized it wasn’t what I wanted to be doing. It was close, but there were bits missing. There was no way I was going to follow through and be happy with what I had planned. Yup. Everything I’ve been planning and working on for the year is pretty much changing somehow. Apparently I was overthinking everything and creating stress by way of some crazy strict schedules that I set for myself. Yeah, no.
My main accomplishment so far this week, is me getting back to spinning. I managed about 56 yards of some Merino yesterday and then started on this angora that I’ve been working on for a while. The staple length is a little shorter than it’s supposed to be, and that’s making it more difficult than it should be. That seems to be a normal thing around here. A little progress is better than no progress at all, right?
Today’s shop update is a quickie. I have a few hanks of lovely DK yarn from my Monster Spawn dye sessions. The smaller hanks are single sections of Cheviot, while the larger hank is what happens when you take two of those sections and spin them.
I was walking out to the greenhouse once Dr. Destructo got onto the bus when I realized that I am a lucky jerk. After my Mom duties are finished (breakfast, getting those kids off to school), I get to work with fiber. I plucked up my warm, dry, freshly dyed alpaca. Then I rubbed my face in it and continued on with the morning. It was just as nice as putting on pajama pants fresh from the dryer. Lucky, lucky, lucky jerk. Anyway.
I want to talk briefly about how happy this week’s shop update has made me. It figured out a little issue I’d been having, forces me off of my butt (crocheting gets me on my butt, so a balance is good), and allows this quickie attention span of mine to shut it. I worked with wool and Cheviot fibers this week. I’m feeling really amazing with the little rhythm I’ve fallen into.
She is overdue for an update, my Green Monster. I took a break from working on her after I made her arms. They looked awesome… and like wieners. Ahem. This wasn’t the design I was looking for and needed some time to think about what to do about her situation. It took a few weeks, but I think I have come up with a solution. Her one arm no longer looks like a wiener. The other arm is in the works.