It started Friday night, and has been snowing almost continuously since.
How different things look from a week or so ago.
And inside, more squishy, bouncy Dottie yarn dries atop the pellet stove.
(yes, that is a sheep-shaped object holding it secure in on the right side)
I think we’re through the worst of it- forecast tells of warmer days this week. I keep hoping that spring is right around the corner!
Usually sometime around New Year’s I try to do a little wool housekeeping.
I generally round up all the bobbins from my spinning wheels and remove all the odd bits leftover from previous spinning projects by plying them into a single skein.
This year’s reboot start is a little late, but refreshing none-the-less.
Bobbins before:
I was able to match most of the leftovers with another of a similar weight for a decent two-ply, but the last couple varieties got chain plied.
And here are all the newly cleared bobbins
The resulting yarn all washed and dried is kind of an interesting mashup of colors
Might have to work it into some small “Remains of 2020” project.
Have a good week y’all 🙂
More Dottie muffins
more yarn
more hat
more rain
Lots more rain. So, no more hoophouse this week
And, with that, January is a wrap.
Turned 50 this week. Acknowledging but not dwelling on it.
Time flies when you’re having fun. And keeping busy.
With that in mind, I’ll just give a brief update on the hoophouse-
We were able to get a little more work done on the north endwall on Saturday, which was beautiful- sunny and about 42 degrees. (About as good as it gets here in January. ) We’re in the home stretch now, but the windows of opportunity are smaller and smaller.
Boo Kitten was also out enjoying some time in the sun- caught here indulging in some catnip remnants in a garden bed
Today is much colder and cloudy. Better suited to spinning.
Elsa is doing a fabulous job on some nice dark brown wool from deep in the stash. She’s such a smooth, solid spinner. And there is something really satisfying about the workings of an antique spinning wheel- the whir of the flyer, the beat of the treadle.
We make a pretty good pair, me and Elsa. Couple of old wool junkies.