I took the plunge. This is my new Kromski Prelude. Let's hope we have a nice relationship.Here are some alpacas doing what they do best: Looking cute!

I took the plunge. This is my new Kromski Prelude. Let's hope we have a nice relationship.
I just got back from The Great Midwest Alpaca Festival. I decided not to go to the Blackberry Ridge open house. The Alpaca Festival was dangerous enough. I bought some wonderful yarn: 3 8 ounce/665 yard hanks and one 1041 yard hank which is about 12 ounces. I was able to talk briefly to Susan about wheels and try out one of the ones she brought. Her attention was pulled in about 8 directions at once, but she still gave me a little instruction while she sold yarn and talked about spinning. I didn't intend to become part of the entertainment, but there I was, treadling away with a small crowd watching. Owen tried, too, and wanted me to come home with a wheel. I told him I need to learn a little more to make an informed decision. Susan said that if I come back tomorrow morning when it's less crowded I can have a little more of her attention. Two visits to the Alpaca Fest, two days in a row: sounds dangerous to me.
I think I'm really getting the hang of this drop spindle biz. And I'm leaning more toward a wheel. At least doing a little research. Research doesn't hurt, right?
It's just under 22 yards. Still not enough to use by itself, but I'm still hoping to make enough for a hat from the one ball of roving we bought at Rainbow Fleece Farm.
The Alishar Hat pattern is now available for immediate download at The Garter Belt. Pattern Page here. That only took about 3 months longer than it should have.
I didn't believe that I could ever have the spinner's mindset, but maybe I do?
Of course, this isn't enough to be useful for much other than as an accent in something else. I plan to continue spinning up the ball of roving, and maybe I can make a hat. Or part of a hat.
Even a lower-middle class American enjoys such a standard of living compared to what all but the most pampered royalty endured back then.
Once a woman made a beautiful sweater which she tried to publish in an online knitting magazine. But, alas, it wasn't right for their market. Then she submitted it to a well-regarded print magazine, but they did not want to publish the design either. Undaunted, the woman said, "I'll just publish it myself," and she did.
The hat fell down over her eyes and did not look stylish at all! This hat would fit someone with a giant head and big hair. Despairing of ever getting it right, the knitter made some other things for a while. She made two other hats in a completely different style. She worked on a new sweater design. But the hat project needed to be done. "This time," she said to herself, "it will be just right. And it was!
Go ahead and click on it to make it bigger. I'll wait.


You know it's really spring when the crocuses finally bloom and the noise of birds in the yard wakes you up at dawn. In this case it was one of the many Misters Cardinal who live in or near our yard. The kids have been wearing shorts and t shirts. We can boot them out to romp with almost no preparation. We've been enjoying our porch, eating dinner out there every night. I need to get a good knitting lamp in place out there: the overhead doesn't really cast enough light for my favorite porch chair.
Here's the yarn I bought at Rainbow Fleece Farm. There's also a skein of natural white, but it was reflecting too much so I cropped it out. 

OK, it's not a very good picture of me, but I'm quite happy with the Alishar Hat. It took a few false starts, but now I just need to do the writing.
In Other News...


Too bad I don't have any big trips planned. What's worse, when we take a family trip, I always have to do the driving.
I'm thinking that what I really need to do is start now and make quality photos of every category of yarn I own. And take 'em all out of the boxes, so it's not just the top layer you're looking at. It really would be a handy semi-permanent archive. I was almost inspired to start this evening, with some of the stuff I didn't expose to the harsh glare of public scrutiny.
Thank you all for being kind. I feel sheepish about the whole thing. Not guilty. But a little out-of-control. But then I realize that by flashing, I seem to make life easier for other yarn-lovers the world over, because they can show their spouses (and equivalents) my Flash, and theirs doesn't seem that bad.
But I wish I had some elves sneaking in at night to do my knitting for me when I leave it around too long. Wouldn't that be nice?

















