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September 5, 2006

The 11 Sweetest Words...

Have to be (for this drop spindler anyway) "Baby, how 'bout I buy you a wheel for our anniversary?" SQUEEEE! Outta nowhere! Okay, maybe I did whine about my sore arms that I killed with marathon spindling over the long holiday weekend - but only once. And I had already clearly established that a wheel is the one and only thing I want for Christmas, so it was out of the blue to think about it for this month! Okay, so not really that out of the blue - DH did just buy a himself big LCD TV and surround sound system when he went alone to Costco on Sunday. (note to self - it's NEVER a good idea to let DH go to Costco alone - even if I am at death's door coughing up a lung.) He, for the first time ever, was paid the promised bonus, and apparently he's celebrating. Can't find any fault there.

I think he was disappointed I didn't jump right up and pick a wheel to order - I suggested that I'd like to hold off til a fiber festival in October so I might see and try a few different wheels. I'm not sure though that I can wait - or that trying wheels at the festival will be good for me. I get performance anxiety - I learn best if I'm left alone to RTFM and muck around. So, the research begins - what tremendous fun!

September 17, 2006

It must be a sign


I'm not sure what kind of sign, but it just must be a sign. So, late last night we were watching an old Eddie Izzard comedy hour on BBC - gotta love this transvestite - he makes me snort. I was fixated on the background he was prancing around in front of - all coppery, blue-y like light-stick blue, purple - really yummy. Today, after a chilly and windy trip to the beach followed by a bit of strenuous yardwork, I raced at the last 30 minutes of my LYS's special Sunday Blue Heron champagne reception. Mmmmm. But still pricey even on sale - I was talking myself out of it even as I touched all of it, then dug around in some bins assisted by a very energetic


salesperson, and laid eyes on this:Blue Heron


Exactly the color of Eddie's backdrop! It's Petite Rayon RicRac, 475yds, in Water Hyacinth. With the same mesmerising glow, the sheen - I lost all control and bought two skeins - I see a drapey, shiney, Clapotis in my future.

Some fiber(Domestic Wool, 4.2 oz.) flew up off the shelf and into my basket even as I was trying to make my getaway, Domestic wool and I'm not sure how those four skeins of Cascade 220 at 20% off for buttonhole bags got home with me... I have no control. And no pride. But I have tons and tons of pretty yarn and fiber. So sue me.

September 18, 2006

SIP and Social Skills and Stress Busting

Zowie - just back from a quick trip to see my rockstar mom who's just had her second knee replaced. It was great to see her, help out, and relieve my sisters who have managed mom's surgery, two businesses, and kids.

Of course the first thing I packed was yarn, and projects, and supplies for my sis to try felting, and spindles and fibers to play with. I got a LOT of mileage out of the silk hankies - my mother was amazed by them. As I was describing my spinning and plying attempts, we were talking about singles vs. plied, and I did something new... I had balls of Butterfly cotton, Lopi, and Cascade 220 with me - I pulled them all apart, untwisted, and poof - I broke them all down to their natural state. I'm really not sure why this delighted me so much, but then I'm pretty easy to delight. It fascinated my mom.

There wasn't much time to knit or spin, and I forgot the pattern for CeCe that I wanted to work on, but then I hit the usual Bermuda Triangle I find when I fly to Florida, and spent most of Wednesday in airports. The final bit of my first half pound of Corriedale was just the thing to keep my head from spinning off! Now I'm chuckling at that term - how appropriate - and not intentional. Anyway, I spun for what seemed like hours, and entertained many at several gates while trying desperately to get home.

This fiber thing, whether knitting or spinning, is amazingly good for this mostly anti-social* hermit. I NEVER talk to people on airplanes - never. I spent the whole day gabbing it up, whether it was with the 10-year old triplets who watched me spin or the gang of us going from gate to gate trying to get a standby flight and being berated by hostile gate ladies! When I finally boarded and found my seat, it was next to a very fun guy who was part of our gate gang - and we had a grand old time yukking it up about all sorts of crazy things. What fun!

*I'm not THAT bad... but given a choice, I'd choose going home and getting in my jammies after work so I can knit/spin/snuggle cats over socializing any day!

September 29, 2006

Niddy Noddy

My first time. I bought this cute little n.n. with my first sale order from Yarn Tree this summer, and finally got to use it winding up the sample of nylon they sent me along with the order. Think suntan stockings from L'Eggs - very long fiber legnth, funky to spin, but plied up pretty neat. This was the perfect skein I noddied - with the first I had an errant strand going the wrong direction that I tucked neatly away in the hopes that neither DH or the cats would notice. I had to stand in front of the computer screen staring at the directions while winding both small hanks.

Niddy Noddy with Nylon

I read somewhere that someone from England was using jellies to dye her yarn, and we have many more Jello choices than KoolAid, so I tried some lime with this nylon. I got a faint tinge of green - not enough. So I pulled out my enormous used-to-want-to-be-a-pastry-chef collection of Wilton gel food colors, and applied some turquoise to the skeins:

dryingcloseup

Fun and weirdly variegated and destined to be a Turkish String Bag for mom to use at the beach. Not turquoise, but fun anyway.

September 30, 2006

Note to Self

Yup, another one. This time it's: always call to confirm hours, especially if you're driving more than 20 miles to look at spinning wheels at a shop that's only open one Saturday a month. Even if you did call them last week to chat about their one Saturday a month, and knew in advance that the wheel people there would be off at a family wedding so she couldn't really tell me anything about the wheels.

But I'll start at the beginning. It's my 7th anniversary - DH and I are 100% MFEO* and I'm damned lucky I met him. We always do a round trip drive to the Outer Banks on the best beach day each weekend - it's our mini-therapy every week and we have a routine with the 1.5 hour drive. We headed out this morning with the plan that after leaving the beach, we'd head for The Woolery in Murfreesboro, NC. Say it out loud - what a fun word. Having already called, I printed directions from their website this morning confident I'd get to at least be with real wheels in person. We fished - we were leisurely. We both caught anniversary bluefish - I think it's been at least two years since we've caught anything surf fishing. It would have been more fun if I didn't have to rip their lips off getting the hooks out - but they both swam off when released. An hour or so after I mentioned that it had been a while since we'd seen dolphins, as we were leaving the beach, a large group popped up close in to shore and had a lazy and what I assumed waas happy swim - nice. Tanned and filled with yellow sun energy, we headed off on an excellent adventure into the boonies of North Carolina.

The road to Murfreesboro is lined with cotton fields. Now I've always loved the way the fields look when the cotton's popping out, this time, on a journey to see about a spinning wheel, that cotton practically called to me. It was all I could do not to leap from the car at a stoplight to pick some out of its prickly husk to play with the fiber. And couldn't help but think of poor Sally Field and her family in that movie, picking cotton til their hands bled. But the cotton - so fluffy and white.

That fluttery feeling - anticipation, excitement, nervousness - was in full swing as we pulled into "town" and started looking at addresses - there it is! Looks kind of dark. It IS dark. Unbelievable! We stared in the (dirty) windows, cupping our hands to see piles of fiber, wheels galore (not the Joy or Lendrum, but a Traveler, Louet, and Kromski plus more), and books, yarn on cones - a bonanza of fun stuff. Behind locked doors. Two hours from the beach - and another 1.5 hours home. UGH!

Not to be defeated, we had a late anniversary lunch at Waffle House and headed home, whereupon I snuck out and got DH an edger while he mowed. You reach a point in marriage and home ownership that gifts are all about making life easier. He currently uses one of those evil weed whackers with the string thing - he curses it every time he uses it, and he makes the edges of the yard look like he chewed them.

Nice day - and there's always the Fall Fiber Festival of Virginia that I'll drag DH to next weekend!

*Made For Each Other

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