Friday, April 11, 2014

4.11.2014 More pink silk, but slowly

The best thing about having two wheels is the ability to easily switch between two different projects.  I like spinning silk, but it has gotten harder on my hands.  I've noticed that when I have a silk project on the Lendrum, I go longer and longer between times of sitting down to spin.  It doesn't actually feel bad; it just isn't something I find I have the impulse to do very often.  I really like the finished product though, so I still do it.

Tuesday, April 08, 2014

4.8.2014 Latest lace blob

This is one of the shawl's on my bucket list: Pacific Northwest by Evelyn Clark.  I intended to take the purple merino with me on vacation (off to not-very-sunny-at-the-time Charleston, SC).  The pattern I wanted wouldn't print at all reasonably, so I grabbed the alpaca lace I had sitting about and the one copy of the two of Pacific Northwest that I had sitting about and a random needle I had sitting about (a size smaller than called for I think but didn't ever bother checking).

I think it's coming out well for being a grab-and-go project. 

Saturday, April 05, 2014

4.5.2014 More grey corriedale

I suspect that should I ever want blog fodder in the next five years I can drag out the grey Corriedale again.

No one would every be able to be quite sure whether I was showing you a work in process or just pulling your leg.

This is bobbin six of the singles, to be the last of the singles needed for the bobbin above; bobbin 2 of the chain plied finished product.  I do like spinning this stuff long draw.

Wednesday, April 02, 2014

4.2.2014 Rock Island done

The Rock Island shawl is finished: washed, blocked, worn, the whole nine yards.  Photographed finally.

Most of the lace was in the edging, then a bit more in the panel.  Not a difficult lace - the pattern is very repetitive and easy to follow.  Not so easy to pick up when you catch your needle on the side of the sofa and rip a jagged section off the needles - I tried picking up three times, then gave up, took whole thing back to the lower garter stitch section and reknit the entire lace panel a second time.  This may in theory have taken a little longer than picking up and fixing the issue properly, but since I find fixing a problem stressful and reknitting the panel soothing, the choice wasn't all that hard to make.

Monday, March 31, 2014

To get your very own wall o' snow:

Step 1: Have the weatherman predict snow, then hastily at the last minute upgrade it to 1 or 2 inches, no, 3 or 6 inches, what the heck, lets go for 8 or more!
Step 2: Have your neighbor move all his cars out of the driveway so he can have a furniture delivery made at 8 pm at night.  This will give him a good reason to forget that he's left his car in the street.
Step 3: Get 8 inches snow overnight and have the snowplow come down the street a couple of times before your neighbor gets dug out.  3 feet of snow piled up on all sides will give him lots to work with.
Step 4: Once you've help push your neighbor over that last barrier to freedom, wait for the snowplow to come back down the street to shove all that lovely pile of snow across the end of your drive.


Friday, March 28, 2014

Antique words

I got a word-a-day calendar for Christmas - Forgotten Words.   It's been a lot of fun - mostly words that are oddities, sounding strange and referring to times and situations we no longer need, unless writing or reading an historical novel.  Haven't had a use for Quintain or Gabriel's Hounds recently.

On the other hand, every now and then there's a word I want to bring back into fashion.  We need these words, we just don't know it.  Yesterday's word:  Afterwrath.

Afterwrath is that anger you feel post facto - something that slipped past at the time, but the more you think about it the madder you get.  You weren't mad on the spot - you were focused on something else, you were busy, but afterwards when you think about what happened?  you know you should have been mad, you would have been mad had you given it your attention at the time.  Now, you're suffering from afterwrath.  Afterwrath is almost worse than wrath, because just like that feeling of coming up with the correct retort five hours later in the middle of the night when you were dumbstruck at the time, I find it harder to deal with the wrath that comes from "what-ifs" than I do with actually dealing with a situation on the spot.

I have a need for this word - I dunno why it fell out of use, wasn't widespread and became forgotten, was isolated to a small portion of the world originally and never moved on elsewhere.  No internet with its Urban Dictionary in the late 1800s?  How many other cool words are there that exactly describe things we don't give specific labels to any more?  Do you suppose the Internet may preserve these words for us in future?

Saturday, March 08, 2014

3.8.2014 Merino laceweight, part the first

I spent quite a while spinning the purple merino laceweight.  I wound up with two unequal skeins - this is the first one wound into a ball.  315 yards - the other skein should be approximately twice that much.  At some point I'll figure out grist as well.  The whole started as 100 grams of fibery goodness from Freyalyn.

I had to go back and see when I last blogged about it  - ummm, that would be here.