Okay, I take it back. Warm? Warm where? I packed in a bag full of roving and a spindle to take a slow boat up the Hudson for a day trip on Saturday. It was like in the 50s and raining, the whole 3 hours up and 3 hours back. It was all I could do to huddle under the poncho. (While we were docked, of course I rode my bike around in the rain like a moron - rode though 2 towns to get lunch - ensuring that I'd not only be cold, but also wet for the trip back.) So no, I haven't been spinning lately. Not to mention I was fool enough to pepper with a synthetic volleyball on Friday, and my arms are royally bruised. Where's my arnica cream?

It's finally warm enough to go back to my spindling routine. I average anywhere from 30 to 90 yards of 2-ply a day, depending on grist. (A "day" being the 2 commuting hours and lunch.)

And oddly enough, I'm getting puffy yarn on the spindle! I've never managed that before. If the yarn were an art project, I would entitle it "A Concentrated Effort Not to Overtwist." I've even gone so far as to check the yarn every yard or so when plying, and back spin it if it kinks. The result being a balanced skein right off the spindle, which blooms when you set the twist. This doesn't sound like much of an accoplishment, but I've been spinning razor wire for years; it's quite new to me. Of course, I don't know what to do with puffy yarn, which is why I never spin it. If it can't wear like iron, I have no use for it. We'll see.

Woo hoo! I finally got my WFB fleeces back from the processor. They are lovely. I doubt I'll be washing many more fleeces at home. I've already started spinning up Nyala on the wheel and Karin on my spindle. (My knee is quite angry with me for the long spinning session. I don't know which was more creaky; my knee or the wheel. Both could benefit from a little more use.) It's neat how each fleece has its own particular character and how it changes from year to year. Karin is still my favorite.

Since apparently all of the KnitFlamers are "going to hell", here's where I'll be (assuming I believed in hell, which is actually not part of my belief system, but just try telling that to a raving bible-thumper.) Funny, I thought I would be on a lower lever, but "Lust" is somehow appropriate.

The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Second Level of Hell!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:

Level	Score
Purgatory (Repenting Believers)	Very Low
Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)	Low
Level 2 (Lustful)	Very High
Level 3 (Gluttonous)	High
Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)	Low
Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)	Moderate
Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)	Moderate
Level 7 (Violent)	High
Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)	High
Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous)	High

Take the Dante's Divine Comedy Inferno Test

hey - feed back time!

I'm sorta disenchanted with this whole blogging idea. Should I:
a) keep going anyway
b) stop, no one's paying attention
c) keep going but take it off the Fiber Arts ring
d) (your suggestions - use the talkback feature)

FWIW, I've made an Elizabeth Zimmerman baby sweater (from Vogue's American Collection) with the cashmere and I'm working on the Kousa Dogwood shawl from Knitting in America with the rest.

You are The Cap'n!

Some men are born great, some achieve greatness and some slit the throats of any man that stands between them and the mantle of power. You never met a man you couldn't eviscerate. Not that mindless violence is the only avenue open to you - but why take an avenue when you have complete freeway access? You are the definitive Man of Action. You are James Bond in a blousy shirt and drawstring-fly pants. Your swash was buckled long ago and you have never been so sure of anything in your life as in your ability to bend everyone to your will. You will call anyone out and cut off their head if they show any sign of taking you on or backing down. You cannot be saddled with tedious underlings, but if one of your lieutenants shows an overly developed sense of ambition he may find more suitable accommodations in Davy Jones' locker. That is, of course, IF you notice him. You tend to be self absorbed - a weakness that may keep you from seeing enemies where they are and imagining them where they are not.

What's Yer Inner Pirate?
brought to you by The Official Talk Like A Pirate Web Site. Arrrrr!

Hey - long time no see. Well, I've been debating on whether to continue this or not. The jury's still out. See, my knitting/weaving/spinning processes were never for anyone else's benefit. I do it because I like it. Obligation, even the minute obligation to keep a current blog, takes the fun out of it. sigh

FWIW - I've got a pound of 4-ply cream cashmere that I've been sampling. I really don't know what to do with it - I can't get gauge on the camisole pattern I like, and the yarn is too fragile to warp with. Feh.

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Tinkerbell


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You're a Cappicinno!


What Kind of Coffee are You?
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