Friday
I know–the most boring post title, ever, but I’m too tired to come up with a better one. But, look, there’re pictures!
Remember two weeks ago, when I showed you the roving Kim gave me? Blue-Faced Leister in the “Chaotic” color from Vesper yarns?
Well, here it all, all ready to spin. It’s so bright and colorful, I really like it . . . even if it does consistently make me think of a clown. (Well, really, it’s got all those primary colors like a clown, with a hint of his white face paint.) And, too, there’s an expression for some of the, um, exuberantly hand-dyed yarns, where they’re referred to as “clown barf,” or words to that effect. I don’t think this roving qualifies for that, mind you, but I think it put the “clown” reference in my head. (Because, no, really, Kim, I DO like it. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t spin it. Simple as that.)
And, see? I am spinning it. I managed a whole 12 minutes at the wheel last night before I collapsed from exhaustion. Well, not from the spinning, exactly, but I am pretty tired. It’s been a busy, tiring couple of weeks and I am so looking forward to a chance to sleep late tomorrow morning!
But not too late, because I’ve got another spinning date with Kim at 11:00. We decided that it was kind of ridiculous that we live so close to each other but only manage to get together a few times a year. Because, since we’re only about a 7 minute drive away (depending on whether there’s a train coming through or not), short visits are reasonable. My philosophy on lengths of visits is that, under normal circumstances, they have to more than equal the amount of travel time. If it’s an hour’s drive each way, you need to visit for at least two hours to make it “worth” it. Obviously, there are addendums to the rules–things like not tiring out sick people, or needing to get back home to meet the kids’ bus, or whatever–but since Kim and I are so close, getting together for an hour or two is more than reasonable. Not to mention easy to squeeze into the schedule . . . when we make the effort!
(I don’t know, though, Kim–twice in two weeks. Are we going to be able to keep this up?)
The big question, though, is whether I’m going to be able to find her house again. Mt. Tabor was originally one of those Methodist communities that grew up in the campgrounds around a tabernacle, and therefore has lots of tiny, little, one-way streets. Not to mention that–according to Mapquest–Kim’s street is a through-road rather than a dead-end. (In fact, it shows the road going right through her house!) I know I COULD ask her for directions again, but I’d rather see if I can remember this on my own. Worst case scenario. I call her on the phone and tell her I’m lost, but first, I want to test my memory. Although, it has been six months….
My Martha’s Vineyard-loving Mother just sent me this link to the site PlumTV which has a page about the island . . . and today’s article? The Martha’s Vineyard Fiber Farm! With a slideshow of pictures, to boot. You remember, I bought a share of their wool from this Spring’s shearing. It’s the very first farm in the country to do this for fiber, and, I understand the shares for the Fall shearing are available . . . Did I metion they have Cormo? And Mohair? Considering how quickly the Spring shares sold out, you might want to go check it out. And the pictures? So cute!
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Bright! But fun.
Hey, Jeanne and I manage to get together for 2 hours of knitting every other Wednesday night, so I bet you could manage something comparable.
htanks for the heads up on the fiber farm!
Even after a couple of years of reading the blogs of spinners, I’m always amazed at how different the roving looks after it’s been spun. That is some beautiful yarn.
Clown barf????? it is NOT! it’s bright, I’ll grant you, but lovely.
Yup, in its original form the roving was kind of clown barfy. As it turns out, it looks FAB! And you did find my house. I am impressed with your memory.