Here’s a little dyeing that snuck in under the radar. Four and a half ounces of who-know-what wool roving.

An Elegant Braid
Here’s a little dyeing that snuck in under the radar. Four and a half ounces of who-know-what wool roving.

An Elegant Braid
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.)
Oh, and if you’re wondering about the twins, I didn’t want to wind off an entire spindle full, so my dad made me a second one and I spun the other half of the fiber on that. An extra spindle is a very handy thing.Setting aside the fact that I lost half of the crimson fiber due to my own mistakes, what was usable spun up into some rather pretty yarn.
I’d wanted to use it for a beautiful shawl. A shawl that requires five hundred yards. Mine spun up into just under two hundred. I guess that’s enough for a capelet, but I’d much prefer a bigger something. So now I have to decide whether to wash, dye, and spin some more wool in the “same” colorway, or just make something with this little amount. Considering how much colder it’s getting, I’d need to get the wool washed pronto. I don’t want to be outside pouring greasy water in the cold!Felt has a mind of its own. That’s the only explanation.
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?I bought a pound of nice roving from Steam Valley Fiber Farm, and eyed some of their dyed fibers and yarns. One of the yarns had little loops coming out from it, almost like a boucle. I tried to recreate it the other day and failed miserably. I’ll have to keep puzzling over that one.
Here’s the fiber. It’s really soft and “squishy” feeling. I almost wish I’d gotten more, then I could have dyed it all in one go and made a sweater out of it. Oh well. We’ll have fun together.
During the initial walk through of the first building I had spotted a place that I recognized from online. Little Barn. It had a sign up saying 10% off if you paid with a check. Am I going to argue with 10% off? There wasn’t a lot of gorgeous fiber, but there was a good variety and some really nice stuff.
I had seen a whole wall of rainbow-dyed silk during the first walk through, and after I had bought stuff at Gwenyth Glynn and Whorling Tides, I headed back toward the Bullen’s Wullens booth. They had some amazing shades of color. It was hard to pick just one! (The silk came in larger packages. I can’t remember now if it was eight ounces or four. It’s a good size.) But I settled on this one.
I can hardly wait to try spinning it. I’ve never done pure silk before.
It all started in my aunt’s living room. My family and I were on vacation, and we were coming up with different ideas for cottage industries that I might be able to do. My dad thought of weaving, since I liked yarn, and in the process of researching looms and whatnot, my wonderful aunt brought out a copy of SpinOff magazine. I was hooked.