Back to the dye pot

The little green cardigan started out as “I’ve got this leftover fiber sitting here, food might as well make something of it.”  I spun it up just to practice spinning, cure and thought I had enough for a toddler sized cardigan.  Now Claire is thrilled with the idea of Mama making her a sweater, sales so I have to follow through.

I tried to over-dye the gone-wrong green wool again and failed.  I’ve lost all hope of ever matching the original yarn.  I could dye something complimentary, frog the sweater body that I’ve got, and reknit it using the new yarn for the edging and trim.  I’m sure it would be cute.  But as long as I’m going to have to reknit the whole thing, I figured I’d rather start fresh.

My mother is a generous yarn pack rat who supplied me well with more of the same fiber.  (1/3 mohair 2/3 wool)  I spun 5.25oz of it over the weekend, which if I recall correctly was the original amount I had spun for the little green sweater that will never be.  I’ve got more than eight ounces left, so I can spin those up, dye them all together (I’ve got packets of blue and a different green Dylon in the stash, since the other green doesn’t strike properly ), and start again.  No more messing with misbehaving dye.  If I run out of yarn again this time, it’s just going to have to be a short sleeved cardigan.

Life in pictures

Have camera card, sildenafil will blog!
As mentioned before, Maryland Sheep and Wool Festival was a blast.
Mom, Aunt Sue, and I filled the role of “girls gone (fiber) wild”:

Mom was happy with her find of baby camel/silk:

Aunt Sue got up close and personal with a friendly sheep who liked his head skritched:

(in case you can’t read her shirt, it says “Too much to knit, too little time.”)

I managed to wait to assemble my wheel until we got home.
Anna had to try it out, having already had treadling practice with Grandma’s wheel:

It’s monkey see monkey do in our household. Claire jumps on the treadles every chance she gets. The wheel has been stained and waxed in this picture – I really like how it came out!

The fiber obsession, it starts young. The force is strong in these two:

Claire gets into everything she does. Literally.

Bartender? One beer, please!

Ahhhh, there’s nothing like a cold one after a hard day at the office.

Lest you call CPS on us, the beer bottle was empty, and she made a healthier choice for her beverage enjoyment.

Where was Anna while this was going on? She fell asleep in her seat. This has been a common occurrence lately as she refuses to nap and all that fresh air and sunshine wipes her out by dinner time.

And every time she does this her foot falls asleep and she wakes up fussing and we put her down on the couch and she konks back out once her foot quits tingling.

Also, isn’t my dining room wallpaper lovely? Don’t you wish you owned a house with such lovely wallpaper? You can! For a limited time only, buy the dining room and we’ll throw in five additional rooms, a basement, a garage, and a lot at no additional charge!