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Harvest Sock

Behold. For it is plied and it is good.

harvest sock
This skein comes in at 4.5 ounces and 390 yards. I will not divulge exactly how many days it took to ply it (several), how much was left on the bobbins (a lot), and what I told Myles D. Kitty I would do to him if I caught him playing with it (a noose may of been mentioned).

Ply Me


That is eight ounces of lace weight singles waiting to be plied into sock yarn. Which I will do as soon as I can lock the cats and the child into a room for eight hours. And since I can’t do that you can now expect it to be done around the time Misterpants leaves for university.

Daughter of Judith


When I grow older, I want to be just like Judith McKenzie-McCuin.

She is a wealth of knowledge, a walking fibre encyclopedia. I feel smarter just sitting next to her at a meal. Spinning in the same room as her I feel like a rock star. Give me a batt she’s blended and I am a rock star.


That is superfine merino top and dyed flax top. The merino is from Ashland Bay, the flax from Louet. Judith and her husband Nick build the most awesome drum carders ever, before they’re shipped out Judith blends about five pounds (yes, pounds) of fibre to break them in. The results are “happy accident” batts like the one above, the odds and ends from previous classes or colours she has multiple pounds of.


My little one ounce piece of batt gave me about 30 yards of two-ply sport weight yarn. My inability to finish a sample in a class in legendary, I am still working on samples I took in classes over a year ago. To say I was warm and fuzzy after wacking the shit out of the skein would be an understatement. However I was downright giddy to hear Judith planned on blending more of her “happy accident.” I can’t way to see what she produces with it and lay my hands on more of it.

The Problem With Spinning

I spent the day in class with Judith McKenzie-McCuin, spinning to my hearts content. So now, three hours since I stopped I can still feel my feet and legs treadling. With another seven hours of class tomorrow my legs will be spinning for the next week, even though I physically stopped around 5pm.

Like This Mohair Boucle, My Weekend Was Wild And Crazy

mohair boucle

I have many tales to tell of this years Madrona Winter Retreat but until I get some sleep this mohair boucle will have to tell them all.

Proof I Remember How To Spin

promise of spring singles

The Promise of Spring

I have the most amazing and wonderful friends.

promise of spring

Thank you so much, Sarah.

What’s The Story, Morning Glory?

I don’t have a lot of time to spin. Between things like taking care of the beast kidlet, school, and making sure I remember to both brush my teeth and my hair, I’m not left with huge amounts of time left over. And when I do, I do things like sleep. Or knit. Or dream about knitting. You get the idea.

This is why it is rather amazing I actually got something finished.

morning glory

This is 250 yards of 2-ply, fingering weight, silk and merino. I bought the roving back in July at Stitch N Pitch from Spin Alpaca (the fact there was no alpaca involved was not lost on me). It was a wee two ounce sliver of 50% merino, 50% bombyx silk in Morning Glory from Chasing Rainbows Dyeworks. And into the stash it went, for fear that I would horrible fuck it up when I spun it.

Fast forward to mid-December of last year. I finally gathered up my cajones and pulled the roving out, split it into two, one ounce balls, and set to work. I had figured I could knock out the spinning before class went back into session at the start of the year. I was wrong. So wrong, in fact, that I only had spun about 1/4th of an ounce in that two week period. So I slogged through what I had, finally finishing the first half in February.

About two weeks ago I finally got the second half of the roving done. It sat on the bobbins for that time while I contemplated how badly I would fuck it up while plying it (sense a theme here?). While Misterpants was hanging out at Chez Grandmum this week and I had a couple hours of down time I sucked it up and went to work. A couple hours, two sore legs, and one niddy noddy later, I had a balanced skein that I had not fucked up. The twist was promptly set, yarn was wacked against the wall, and then was hung to dry in the shower.

And well, now I have the above. This puts me on the hunt for a small lace project, preferably one that is not Branching Out. After all, if I haven’t hosed the roving or yarn yet, there is always time for me to royally screw it up while knitting.

Honest Ma, it followed me home!

I’ve been debating for some time about replacing my Louet wheel. While the wheel itself is great it causes a host of other issues, not including killer back aches caused by a low oriface height and the inability to be moved out of the range of little people. So past this week while Misterpants was at Chez Grandma I made the trip over to Seattle. Eventually I wound up at Weaving Works where wheels were played with, spun on, and stroked in almost indecent ways. And then I did something I hadn’t planned on doing and bought one.

new wheel

I am now the proud owner of a folding double treadle Lendrum. Misterpants quickly claimed the Louet wheel as his since, “Mommy has a new wheel and I need one.” I’m afraid if I can’t remove him from the S51 the next owner of it will get a free preschooler as part of the deal.

A Post-It Note From the Edge

Last month a member of the local Stitch n Bitch mentioned that Christmas brings out the “sweatshop elf in all of us”. I’ve been too busy cranking out gifts for everyone else to do much spinning or knitting. And what I have gotten done for myself is laughable. A tiny amount of Merino/Silk from Chasing Rainbows here, a couple rounds of a lace sock there. And I won’t even begin to discuss my neglected Diamond Fantasy Shawl. I think it’ll take more than a wing and a prayer (and a week alone) to be able to wear it to Madrona this year.

The only good thing about holiday knitting is that it tends to be mindless. Which is good when you are sitting on the couch watching Cars for the second time and wondering when your three and a half year old will grow tired of the movie.