The cats, being 10 and 12 years old, are virtually useless when it comes to moths. Oh, back in the day, Kali would have been leaping into the air to catch the buggers. Morgan would have been working ground patrol. But now, my middle-aged ladies sit on the couch being ornamental. Oh, once in a while, one of them will spot a deadly creature and stare fixedly at it, but that's the extent of their help.
On the other hand, Tim, my husband, is as obsessed with killing them as me. He will leap off the couch at the mere suggestion of fluttery wings. He has progressed beyond smashing them when they land, and now goes for degree of difficulty points, grabbing them out of the air. Go Tim!!!
The good news is that we have organized the stash. Oh yes! Everything that is wool is now hermetically sealed in its own zip-lok bag. The Yarn Harlot recently mentioned that knitters use more zip-lok bags than any other demographic. I concur.
But on to other things.
I spent Saturday at the Massachusetts Sheep and Woolcraft Fair (hereafter known as Cummington). What a delightful fair that is. This was my first year, and I found it much more manageable than Rhinebeck which is enormous and overwhelming (and I still won't miss if I can possibly help it).
At Cummington we hooked up with Tina, 'Chelle, Carolyn and Becky. (If Becky has a blog I don't know it yet) to flash stash and gather for dinner.
A wondrous time was had by all, even if I only bought 10 oz of undyed Shetland roving and 12 oz. of blue/green Merino roving. Pics will follow later or tomorrow. A wonderful time was had by all.The other thing I did at Cumminton was try to fall in love with a new spinning wheel. I currently own, a gift from T., an antique Ashford Traditional, Phaedre. I love her. She spins her heart out, and I can spin lace weight on her (even if I do feel like I'm treadling hard enough to take flight), but she doesn't travel well. She's a homebody. So, deciding I needed (need is such a more urgent word than want, isn't it?) a travel wheel. I checked out many online, and decided that I wanted a Hitchhiker . First of all, I can't say enough nice things about the man who makes them. I spent an hour of his time, trying to fall in love with this wheel. I tried and tried and tried, and eventually, decided that I was trying to hard. Kind of meeting a guy who has all the right qualities, but there's just no spark.
To say that I was really bummed out would be to be understating the obvious.
On Sunday, we decided to look at a Kromski Sonata at The Spinning Room in Altamont, NY, just a half hour from here. So...off we went. I sat down at this wheel and fell head over heels in love. Madly in love. I hesitated (it's a lot of money). I hemmed (really, do you think we can afford it?). I hawed (Maybe later...in September...for my birthday). He said, "You know you want it."
I did. I wanted it. I wanted it badly.
So, with a racing heart, I handed over the credit card.
SHE'S MINE!!!!!
And she spins like a dream. Beyond a dream. Her name is Asherah, which she shares with the Hebrew Mother Goddess, and consort to Yahweh.
On the needles:
1. The current time sink is the project that I can't talk about. Let's just say it is one that I'm very excited about. It will be a birthday present to someone who (I hope) will be reading this blog, and will be discussed (and yes, there will be pictures) after the weekend.
2. Traveling Vine wrap which I am knitting with hand-dyed raw silk. It is about halfway done, and I wish to get it finished by Sirius Rising in July.
On the bobbins:
1. On Phaedre, 100% Merino hand dyed by SeeKay
2. On Asherah:
100% Merino hand dyed, bought at Cummington
And that, dear readers, is this week's installment of Writing and Knitting and Spinning, Oh My!!
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