Category Archives: Oops

Mistakes I have made.

Teal Trouble

Okay, so I dyed the Rebecca yarn teal, and that felt like enough of an adventure, what with too much dye powder and all. How could it get worse?

Well, for starters, I suddenly discovered that I’m not up to creating a garment of this importance without a pattern. And I found this out after crocheting a good-sized section of it. I did, oh, maybe four rounds of double-crochet stitches on the “hem” of the sweater and thenstopped to try it on. It was about four inches too big around. I’d have been swimming in it, if I didn’t run out of yarn before the end.

Perplexed But Not Despairing

A new year. A time for new projects. In other words, pulling out the bags of alpaca fleece and diving into them. Look at them. Sitting there in that basket. Calling.

Cinnamon Bliss

Cinnamon Bliss

And I was quick to hear it calling, I’ll admit. Last night, full of hope I grabbed a few locks and sat down in front of the Saxony wheel. I’d read that to get the softest alpaca yarn you need to spin it from the fold.

What this means is that you take a lock of fleece and bend it over your left forefinger so the tip end and the cut end are even. So it’s in sort of an inverted “U” position with your finger running up the middle.

Fish Sticks?

Someone remind me that silk is (literally and figuritively) a whole different animal than wool. And remind me especially when when I try to oven dye silk again. (I am assuming that there will be an “again.”) I didn’t have any huge goals in mind! I just wanted to dye 1 3/4 oz. of silk pink, and 3 oz. gray/blue. Well, here are the final products.

Voila

Voila

A Saturday Off

I was recently able to enjoy a nice, comfortable day off. During which I took the opportunity to crochet for my life. Actually, it was a Friday evening/all day Saturday combo. On Friday, I took the 199 yards of crimson yarn, which I had hoped to make a shawl out of, and turned it into a sort of shoulder warmer. I’m hoping to get some black or brown wool and spin enough to extend it into a longer poncho thingummy. It looks a little odd now. Although it is warm.

Shawl Yoke

Shawl Yoke

Let's Try This Again

Well, I started spinning the Rebecca fleece on my regular wheel, but it has now officially been transfered to the Walking Wheel, giving me a total of three projects in line for the Walking Wheel, and nothing planned for poor little Saxony. Why the sudden stripping of its privileges? No, the wheel’s not getting cleaned up yet. It is not letting me spin as thin as I want to.

A Little Better, I Guess

I thought I’d get smart and not attempt the four different colorways in one afternoon. So I got smart and did five in one afternoon. I’m not kidding. But, four out of the five were one color, kettle-dyed deals that made things easier. (It just took almost half-an-hour apiece.)

To quote Edna Mode, “I started with the basics . . . ” Here’s some worsted weight merino yarn. (More of the stuff from KnitPicks.)

Shades of Green

Shades of Green

It Was Worth It

The results are back on the latest dyeing escapade. Feast your eyes on this!

Hand-dyed Lotus

Hand-dyed Lotus

It’s two hundred and forty-six yards of what we think is a merino worsted weight. It’s a commercial yarn, and the label got separated from it and the other yarn. (Note to self: don’t try to do weights that are too similar at the same time!) So it might be a superwash DK weight.

When Your Water Tastes Like Dye

You know you’ve been at it too long. You’d think I’d learn, wouldn’t you? Note to Self: Do not attempt to repeat the feat of dyeing two batches of roving and two skeins of yarn in four different colorways simultaneously. It doesn’t work well. You inevitably end up feeling rushed, cranking out things you don’t like as much, and spending too much time in the kitchen.

I’ve got the smell of vinegar hovering in my nose and the odd scent of dye solution clings right behind it. I can smell it now at the computer . . . although the computer is in the kitchen where the afore-mentioned things are simmering. Even my nice, clean, cool water glass smells like vinegar. And, I wound up spending way more time than I had planned, so I’m hogging the oven when my sister was supposed to be making a birthday cake! Aaaah! The results had better be worth it.

Fall Fell Flat

Well, I tried for fall colors, but I ended up with this.

Dyed Roving

Dyed Roving

It’s not a bad colorway, it’s just very far removed from fall. Unless it’s fall in Hawaii. Maybe I should call it that. I did learn how to mix a nice grey blue, though. And I almost had a pumpkin orange, but it turned bright at the last moment. It’s funny how dyeing seems to take on a mind of its own.

I had planned to do the six ounces of roving (they were in one-ounce strips) and put them in my two big enameled pots. Then I would pour the various dyes over them and heat set them.

I Am Now Convinced

Felt has a mind of its own. That’s the only explanation.

Felted Circle

Felted Circle

When you felt something it’s supposed to shrink, right? Well, how do you explain this crocheted woolen circle starting out at twelve and a half inches in diameter, and winding up at fifteen inches in diameter? It’s crazy! My first time felting and the thing got bigger. I dunked it in hot water, rubbed, cold water, rubbed, and repeated several times. I mangled it to within an inch of its wooly life! It must have felted (or fulled) somewhat because it’s stiffer and fuzzier than it was . . . Am I doing something wrong, or does the word “felt” mean that the wool can do whatever it feels like doing?