Before the end of the year, we had a trip to Melbourne and I finally finished some socks I’ve been carrying around for quite a while. the triumphant moment when I grafted them occurred in a wonderful tea house our niece took us to. She humours me as much as her aunt, so I recorded the moment for posterity (that would really mean, your viewing pleasure).
I should admit that I don’t drink tea, so was very surprised to find myself relishing an iced peppermint and liquorice tea. It was a lovely afternoon. I have also finished the last of 2014’s (or was it 2013’s?) indigo dyed wool. The last was polwarth. I seem to recall I ran out of patience, which is always bad when you are handling wet wool, worse with fine wool, and possible only made still worse if also dealing with indigo. Let me further confess, some felting resulted, which will not surprise other spinners. This was the last of it, and I decided to just card it up and spin it lumps and all. I have been drawing batts through a diz to make a roving.
Rolled up roving:
Spinning in progress, including lumps as promised! I feel sure there are more felted slippers in my future…
So, here they are. The last 3 skeins… all different shades, some first dyed with coreopsis or osage orange, and some involving quite a bit better spinning and plying than others!
As alert readers may have noticed, from time to time I get onto a theme and just keep going. Bags are one such recurring theme, and in the quiet time on this blog a lot of bags got made. You have only seen the first few. It went on to become what I whimsically refer to as ‘a bag jag’. I am susceptible.
I started on scraps that were on the floor and scaled up to long saved remnants and fabrics bought as offcuts, garments saved for re-use… and from there just kept going.
Why not use some of the bark cloth curtains? What am I saving them for? What about those bits purchased at the op shop? That rolled up set of print scraps I picked up at a garage sale one time? Why not interface the openings with the scrap canvas I collected when I used to dumpster dive that canvas place on the way home from work? You get the picture. Before long there was this.
Then I made more and some went to be Hannukah and Solstice and Christmas gifts so quickly they were not even photographed. In the end I decided to go for it and just kept making with a view to taking them to my friends’ solstice party/picnic/clothes swap/pinata in the park. It was a fun thing to do, and a fabulous evening as always, it made me smile to see some folks’ surprise that someone had made them just to give away, and I now have none of these bags left, and a marginally smaller stash of fabrics!