Today is Monday, July 30th and the summer is flying by so fast I can hardly catch my breath. Now it’s only three days from Maine’s Fastest Knitter race and we still have a lot to do. Each knitter will have her (so far all entrants are women) stitches already cast on, four rows already knit and a contrasting color already joined so the race can begin on a completely even playing field. And all that casting on and knitting needs to be done. We have forms to create so we can keep track of who’s who and how we can get in touch with them. We need promotional banners for our venue. And the car needs to be bombed.
Yup. The winner will be riding in the Lobster Festival Parade on the back seat of a Mustang convertible and, of course, the car needs to extra special yarny goodness added. We’ll be turning this…
I’ve been looking at so many pictures of yarn bombed vehicles that make me laugh out loud or drool. But with only three days left and so much to do, I think we have to keep our goals modest for this year. Though we plan to do this race every year at the Lobster Festival and I kind of like the idea of a piece we add onto year ofter year. It’s fun to watch something evolve over time. Still, anyone who wants come to Stitch and Spin tonight and help us knit, crochet, weave, felt, or braid a car cozy is welcome. We can sure use the help.
I am not an expert spinner. I actually consider myself a competent novice. But every once in a while I fall in love with a roving. I have been eyeing the Purple Fleece rovings ever since they came in.
Well, actually I have been eyeing them since before they came in. The merino and tencel blend especially called out to me. In color You Red My Mind it is positively delicious.
I started with my Schact 2oz drop spindle. The roving drafts like a dream. The merino keeps it soft and lofty and the tencel makes it the the right amount of slippery. It flowed through my fingers like water and I was able to get an even, thin fine lace weight singles.
When I plied, I got a 15 wpi worsted spun sport weight with subtle color blends that I loved even more than the singles.
Knitted up in a tiny swatch, it did a pretty self striping thing. I under spun the ply so there is a little bit of bias in the knitted swatch but the texture and color are spectacular. The hint is silky sheen from the tencel makes it very special indeed.
So far I am loving the Purple Fleece even more than I though I would. I’ll try the rest of the 4oz wreath on my wheel and probably turn it into fingerless mitts. Or maybe I’ll move on to spin some BFL/Silk blend, or maybe the merino superwash, or maybe…
When we were seeing yarn reps for the first time, Kristin and I decided not to get Juniper Moon. We figured we’d wait until fall and revisit it. But that yarn rep is a sly devil. He left this ball with me…just to remind me to take a second look.
I started dreaming about it. I fondle it daily. These 798 yards of merino and silk loveliness creep across my mind at odd moments during my busy days. I keep it on my desk in a bin with some other deeply personal skeins. I have spent hours pouring over Ravelry and my pattern books and magazines. I have sketched charts and outlines. I am looking for the perfect project to go with this yarn that I am in love with. I savor it color and texture. As if this one ball is all there will ever be and I must not waste it.
This, of course, pushes all my “you must have some kind of serious fear of commitment since you can’t even figure out how to start something let alone finish it” buttons. My inner voices are very unkind sometimes. But here’s the thing; sometimes it is the dreaming and planning phase that is the satisfying bit. My husband has been giving me five yard pieces of fabric every Christmas and birthday since we were married and I rarely sew anything from them…as in maybe twice in 16 years. When he asked me why I never make anything from them I tried to explain to him what they mean to me. Each one is five yards of ultimate potential. I gaze at them all from time to time and dream a little dream. I have yarns in my stash that remind me of what was happening in my life when I acquired them. I have yarns in my stash that are so beautiful just as they are that it would spoil them to actually knit or crochet with them. Some things are just permanent stash, not meant to be made into anything. And my little dreams about them are the satisfying bits.
I can’t tell yet if Findley Dapple Driftwood 106 will be permanent stash, reminding me of the year I turned 50 and opened Over The Rainbow Yarn, or if it destined to be some gorgeous knitted or crocheted thing. Like with all good romances, only time will tell. Meanwhile, I love the thrill of the potential.