Note to self: Dyeing takes at least twice as long as you originally planned, so be prepared!
Yes, I’ve had another long day in the kitchen. All I wanted to dye was the Rebecca yarn.
The Finished Yarn!
Note to self: Dyeing takes at least twice as long as you originally planned, so be prepared!
Yes, I’ve had another long day in the kitchen. All I wanted to dye was the Rebecca yarn.
The Finished Yarn!
No, this is not a horror story involving Angora rabbits and sticky candy. This is the next-to-final project on my New Year’s Dash list.
This is the Bunny Yarn.
The Completed Rebecca Yarn
Look what is showing through my once-enormous pile of turquoise fiber.
I Can See The Bottom!
This is all I was able to make before running out of purple locks to stick into the thin single.
The Finished Lumpy
And now, for a general spinning update, and a chance to show off the projects that have been languishing in my closet due to an influx of other distractions (cough, cough, the Walking Wheel, cough) . . . Here is the Flamenco fiber, almost all spun into singles. (On the drop spindle, top whorl.)
The End Is In Sight
While I was juggling the previous two skeins of yarn, I went ahead and dyed two batches of roving in the oven. Here’s the first one. It’s basically a second batch of the “Heather” colorway I did earlier in Thistles and Heather. I used brighter primaries for this one, so the colors are a little bolder. The roving is the same Romney mix I used for the first batch. I had to dig really deep into my stash to find it. All the recent purchases sort of got piled on top of it.
Heather The Second
I had some extra dyes left over from the supposedly fall colorway and I didn’t want to waste them. Some roving was soaking and ready to go, so I grabbed one of them and started pouring. The final product is very much like a little tree frog!
Tree Frog Roving
The first place I bought wool from I had stopped to look at an overflowing basket of gorgeous, shiny, curly, white wool locks. Next thing I knew the owner was right next to me. She was such a nice lady, and she told me all about the Wensleydale sheep she has (Wensleydales are native to England) and how nice their fleece is. Believe me, you could see how nice the fleeces were. All it took was one touch.