I am still practicing with my spinning wheel. There was no class this week as my teacher was moving into her new home, and I had no one to watch the kids (so it all worked for the best). The upper photo is the 2 oz. of Icelandic rovings I bought to practice with my new wheel. Not too shabby - there are irregularities in thickness, but I like it. The picture below is a bobbin of the Corriedale top I had on hand. Again - although there are some beginner bumps, I think it came out fairly nicely for only the third thing I have spun - and without the wisdom of my teacher to guide me. However, sharing the successes means I need to share the blunders as well. These are still singles - I have not plied anything at home yet.
Although the photo is sideways and I cannot get it to stay right side up, you can see the twisted mess I made last night. I was not carefully shifting the newly spun yarn along the hooks on the flyer, so I had a bobbin that looked like mountains and valleys. It is an argument for getting one of those flyers which have the sliding hook, making for a smooth bobbin. Anyway, at one point some of the newly spun yarn slipped off the bobbin and got wrapped around the spindle that the flyer rides on and it was a mess. When I took everything apart and got it untangled, here it what it looked like.
Not irreparable, but not pretty either.
I have actually been knitting quite a bit. Working on old projects, learning things for new ones, as well as trying new things. I have often knit in the round, and slavishly followed the directive to be careful NOT to twist the stitches when casting on. Well, I was playing with making a cowl/scarf which could be worn as a single draped piece or be worn looped over once for a two strand necklace look. I was working with Caron's Simply Soft in Persimmon - nothing expensive when I am playing. I thought, "Gee, I wonder what would happen if I did twist the stitches?"
So I cast on a large enough number of stitches for what I thought would be a double length scarf (I actually should have used a longer needle), and looking around for the Knitting Police, I TWISTED MY STITCHES!!! I knit along in a simple eyelet pattern - I forget exactly what it was - I never wrote anything down. Something like K1, K2Tog, YO, and possibly another K1. Nothing fancy and it changed a little by the end. I had set the scarf down for a couple weeks and never thought to count the pattern. Anyway, below is the unblocked result, with just part of it pinned out, as well as a shot of it on the needles It just has a twist in the scarf so you see both sides. I think it is pretty. When I block it, it will have to be in two parts, as the twist means I cannot really lay it flat.
Another thing I have just started to do is to teach myself cable stitches so I can start making my Fisherman's Sweater. To all of you who assured me they were simple, I say, indeed you were right. I just have to count! To this end, I have begun a sampler scarf for my son in a green wool he picked out himself. I started with the honeycomb pattern, as it was the center of the sweater I want to replicate.
I have a garden behind my garage which has been a source of frustration and joy since we bought this house. It is shaded by the neighbor's white birch trees, but gets some morning sun. When we arrived, it was a pretty woodland garden with ferns, jack in the pulpits, some lily of the valley, the odd tiger lily, and three gnarled mountain laurels. After a couple years, the ferns took over, so we dug them all out.
Ha! That was a joke, which only others who have tried this can get. If you have a garden full of ferns, you never get them all. Any piece of root/rhizome left behind produced more ferns. But I yanks most of them and threw them down our cliff. (This used to be part of our back yard with about 20x 50 feet of lawn and five pine trees, but all that washed away in the flood of 2006. Now, anything which either builds soil - all the autumn leaves we rake, or holds the soil - anything with roots, gets thrown down the cliff to try to halt erosion).
I planted some red currant bushes in the garage garden, since they are one of the few fruits that can handle dappled shade without issue. They did well there. I think they still are doing well. The problem is, we can't see them. We have been gifted with blackberries (or black raspberries - I do not know the difference) by the birds. Our entire garage garden is one huge bramble. It is a mixed blessing. It brings back fond memories of July days spent with my sisters diving into the neighbor's bramble, getting scratched to bits, but having raspberries to show for it. I love watching my children and the little boy from next door snacking on the sun-warmed berries when they get hungry while playing. We discovered that blackberry and red currants together make wonderful jelly. Of course, I HAVE to cut some of it back soon, or the bramble will choke out the currants.
The bramble behind the garage.
The currants - so shiny and jewel-like.
The blackberries or black raspberries (and my daughter's manicured fingers).
If anyone knows which type of berry these are, please let me know.
My wish for you is that you are having lovely weather and are able to go sit in your garden, or on your terrace and eat warm blackberries.