Please, Someone, Save Me…
I’ve been looking for something to distract me from this winter… -20 below, nasty snow and ice, the tractor breaking and the woodsplitter breaking and the water hydrant freezing up so Melissa had to shovel snow into the troughs and let the water heaters melt it. (Tractor running again, woodsplitter needs new engine, so it will be an attractive bird perch for awhile, water hydrant thawed….Melissa’s been very busy.)
Anyway, what does a sheep farmer do in the winter to distract herself? I’ve already bragged about the yarn I spun, so I finally did something with it.
I’ve knitted (or is it ‘I knit’…? Could the past of the verb ‘knit’ be the same as the present?) two rectangles. Yes, it’s true….rectangles. Not octagons or triangles, but one of the most deceptively complicated of shapes, the rectangle (although in this photo they appear squarish…apparently I’ve knit squarish rectangles, no easy feat):
Then last weekend I took a class in weaving. The floor looms (Baby Wolf for those of you in the know) were already prepared, so all we had to do was sit down and start learning to weave. I couldn’t believe it. In about three hours I actually wove fabric. The camera flash makes it look brighter than it is…but I made this scarf:
How cool is that? I loved weaving! I wanted to steal the Baby Wolf and take it home with me (a very odd thing for a shepherd to do with a wolf!)
During the class I looked through a book on hand dyeing roving to spin, and my knees went weak at all the color combinations and spinning possibilities. I began to hyperventilate while looking through books of weaving patterns.
Please, someone save me. I see where this is going and I need an intervention. Someone tell me I’ll get so deep into this fiber stuff that I’ll blow off writing and never be published again. Tell me I’ll fill every nook and cranny of my house with my yarn stash and empty my bank account at the same time. Tell me I’ll become so addicted to knitting that I’ll make a scene at Airport Security, determined to convince them that my Size 10 needles aren’t weapons.
Tell me that I can’t possibly get involved in knitting and spinning and weaving all at the same time and I should just stick with jigsaw puzzles in the winter. I’m going to need someone make sure I don’t become a fiber fanatic….oops, I mean fiber fan.