Here is my eye candy for today: the plied yarn I posted as spun singles awhile back along with 2 other colors I also have finished. I have a total of 600 yds with the hank on the right being about 400 yds. Am thinking of knitting this yarn up as a lacy vest I found on Ravelry: http://www.ravelry.com/patterns/library/lace-vest. I own the Luisa Harding book and am thinking a pink/fuchsia vest body with the other 2 variations graduating to the lavender as I knit toward the scoop neck might work.
I have been diverted by other things and have been absent from the blogosphere. Sometimes life takes over. But I always have to make room for craft therapy.
Our Farmers Market started last weekend and my husband sells native plants there every Saturday. I usually hang out but get kinda antsy over the course of 5 hours. The weather has been nice enough these first 2 Saturdays to take my spinning wheel and set it up outdoors to spin while the patrons browse through the market. It has been fun to pass some of the market time spinning and it has been even more fun talking to the people who stop to watch and ask questions or share stories. I think as artisans part of our work is in doing stewardship to keep interest and information about our crafts.
One more piece of eye candy to wrap up the theme for today.
I’m about to do some spinning and was just thinking once again how working with yarn and fiber keeps me sane. I absolutely love color and texture. The rhythm of a spinning wheel or knitting needles is meditation for me. The yarn I am spinning doesn’t look anything like what is in this picture. First of all I am still a novice and working to be able to control the thickness of the yarn I spin as well as the twist. Secondly I am still using fiber from my stash purchased years ago because it was a bargain rather than because I absolutely loved the color or fiber. Once I work my way into my stash a little more I am only going to buy fiber that I absolutely LOVE LOVE LOVE. And furthermore no more “free” raw fiber. There’s a reason that it’s free and paying for fiber properly dyed and processed is worth every penny. These are some of the lessons I ponder as a result of being 64 years old and wanting to make the most of every precious moment. Life is too short.