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You know what’s really hard? Getting a good photo of raw fleece. Even in a room with good light, it’s just difficult to get take a detailed photograph of bits of fluff.
I give you a Tunis fleece I received as a wedding gift last year. (Yup,pretty much the best wedding gift ever.) This is Tunis from the same farm as the roving I have for sale in my shop. It’s been living in a box since then, first waiting for me to have a place to wash it, and then after we moved in to our new house, waiting for us to get a washing machine. After we got a washing machine, I was too busy preparing for baby to think about washing fleeces. Well, that’s not completely true. I thought about it plenty, I was just slightly afraid to do it for fear of felting, and I always so freaking tired, I didn’t bother to figure out where my fleeces were stored when we moved. (Turns out they were in plastic bags, inside a suitcase, in the basement. I think it was originally to protect them from moths, but it was a really good hiding place from myself.)
I love this wool. It’s a solid medium wool, with a little peachy color to it. I think it spins up lovely and sproingy. Because this was a gift, and the box it came in was unmarked, I don’t really know how much it is, but I do know it’s from the 2013 clip. I’m guessing 3 or 4 pounds before washing. Yes, I could have weighed it, but I’m saving that for after it’s clean and dry. What’s good about this fleeces is that it came very well skirted. I didn’t have to pull out any tags or discard any of the locks for being felted or poopy. It is dirty, and there is plenty of VM in it, but it came from a sheep, what do you expect?
I would take a good look at you fleece before you toss it in the wash, and get rid of the parts that aren’t going to be good for spinning. No use washing them when you can toss them straight into the compost. After that, getting the fleece clean is pretty simple.
Supplies needed:
1. Fleece
2. Dawn Original Formula (theoretically, any dish soap should work, but I stick with the one that really strips out the grease.)
3. Washing Machine
Washing the fleece
-Fill washing machine with hot water and about 1-2 cups of dish soap (Use more soap for heavier lanolin.)
-While machine is filling, loosely pick locks apart. No need to get super thorough, you just want to open them up enough to let the water and soap in.
-Add wool to water, gently pushing beneath the surface. Do not mix it around. Also, be sure to turn off your machine before it starts to agitate. Some machines only do this if you close the lid. If you’re lucky like me, your machine goes straight from filling to agitating with no pause in between, so I have been waiting until the machine is filled before adding any fleece, just in case.
-Let sit 15 minutes
-Turn to spin and allow the washer to spin all the water out.
(Repeat if you have a particularly dirty fleece.)
-Rinse the soap out by filling machine again and soaking for another 15 minutes, followed by another spin cycle.
What’s really cool about this method, is spinning all the water out in the washing machine really cuts down on dry time. When I was washing fleece by hand and drying it on a rack in a southern window, it would sometimes take days for wool to dry. This wool should be dry later today. (The only downside I can see is if you are a person who really likes to spin from perfect locks, this isn’t going to get you there.)
Obviously, it’s going to need a little bit more picking to get all the vm out, but that’s so much easier to do when it’s not getting caught up on lanolin.
Today I cleaned Tunis and Rambouillet. I’ve never worked with Rambouillet before, so I am excited to get my hands on it once it’s dry. Do you have any favorite breeds?
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In the Campground in Oak Bluffs sits the Tabernacle and across from it is Trinity Methodist Church. Trinity Methodist was built in 1878, a year before the Tabernacle was erected. They have shared the same grassy circle known as Trinity Park for over 130 years.
I spent my childhood summers on Martha’s Vineyard and many of those summers I spent my mornings at Bible School in the Tabernacle. As was the custom a girl and a boy would be chosen each morning to walk from the Tabernacle to Trinity Church and ring the 8 o’clock bell. I waited almost all summer to hear my name called, I didn’t think it was ever going to happen. Finally it did and off across the lawn my partner and I scampered.
Inside the vestibule tied to the staircase railing was the thickest rope I’d ever seen.
The rope was attached to the bell way, way, way up in the steeple and the longer we stood there and pondered the situation the higher up the bell seemed to get.
First though we had to untie the rope, it did not go well, we fumbled along and finally the rope was free from the railing. Time was ticking but neither of us were aware of how close to 8 o’clock we were coming.
Now all we had to do was pull the rope and the bell would ring and … well, that did not go well either. Neither one of us had enough weight to pull the rope hard enough to ring the bell. Rope burn was the least of our problems though as now we were sure it was after 8 o’clock and we’d failed our mission. With what strength we had left we both grabbed the rope, stood on one of the steps and jumped. Just as our teacher walked in the door to see what the problem was we heard… bong, bong, bong… it was ringing, the bell was peeling loud and strong, we had succeeded, we were saved … we had only missed the 8 o’clock bell by… oh 10 or so minutes. Who would notice!
When I got home at lunch time the first thing my mother said was “the 8 o’clock bell was a bit late this morning, do you know who was ringing it this morning?” I said it had been me… she shook her head slowly and said nothing but I did notice a little smile. By the way, I was never asked to ring the bell again.
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I just realized I didn’t do a Darwin update last week! Shame on me.
This is his “stop taking my picture!” face.
I have never had a dog who likes to ride in the car as much as Darwin.
Waiting for our turn at the vet. He weighs 12.5 pounds– up two and half from last month.
Getting a compulsory bath after his brother Carlos, a German Shepherd, peed on him.
On Saturday night, we built a fire in the fire pit in the backyard. When Mike went inside to get a beer, Darwin claimed his spot in front of the fire.
And promptly fell asleep.
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Yes, that's my dressform with a bag of fabric scraps stuffed into a belly band to simulate my enormous pregnant belly. It's a little lumpy, but you get where I'm going. |
Gratuitous baby photo: Felix at ten days old wearing tiny dinos and rainbow leg warmers.
No doubt, if you are reading this from my home page, you’ve noticed that I have been making a few changes around here. This last twelve months, for this blog and for m life have been filled with upheaval. I moved twice, got married, opened a new store at the day job, and had a baby. In that same time, my blog has suffered numerous outages, which had something or other to do with old features of wordpress not moving over to new versions with very little warning for someone who had no time to give her blog thought outside of updating it from time to time.
My etsy shop, due to many of the same reasons, has also been closed a good portion of the last year. New product there has been few and far between. While indeed, I spent most of the year making things for Felix, I was pretty uninspired to do any dyeing. What I really wanted to do, was work with wool more directly. I have long appreciated the less processed yarns–the ones where the elasticity of the wool is still plainly felt, the ones that are still a little bit crunchy and not completely smooth. I love the texture of wools that aren’t Merino, and I want to experiment with them some more.
My intention when I started this business was to eventually be producing yarns and spinning fiber for sale (some dyed and some not) produced by my local farmers. Selling the commercially prepared yarn was just a way to build some capital. Over the last three years, I haven’t really come all that close to my goal. I have some Tunis for sale that is from a local farm–but a few pounds of wool sent to the local mill is only a tiptoe in the right direction. What I really want to do is start from the fleece and sell it washed, dyed, carded, spun, or any combination thereof.
It’s a lot more work than pouring some dye over some yarn, but it’s where I’ve been wanting to go for years, but just haven’t had either the space or the time. (Laying out a fleece in the apartment we were in before took up the entire living room.) But it’s the choice that feels more authentic to me.
And get ready to see a lot more dyeing done with food safe dyes. Since I am going to be doing most of my work with a baby strapped to me, I’m just not as comfortable using regular acid dyes. I’m really looking forward to seeing what new combinations I can come up with.
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The night before Felix was born, I cast on two pairs of socks, just to have some simple knitting lying around my favorite haunts in the house: one on my nightstand and one in my knitting basket by the sofa.
This is the start of my Easter Egg Rainbow socks, which have been living on my nightstand. I haven’t got very far on these despite having spent more time in my bed in the last 10 days than perhaps ever before. I seem to get caught in a time warp while I’m in bed, where nursing and staring at my baby, and perhaps a little dozing takes five hours, but it’s only felt like two. I hope to spend a bit more time on these, because I’m really having fun watching the color distribute. These are going to be very happy, springy socks.
One of my purchases from my new local yarn store Yak n Yarn.
It’s Rowan fine art sock yarn, and it is merino, mohair, silk and polyamide. You know me and mohair, I can’t resist it–and if it’s mixed with silk? Even better! These socks are for Brock. I still owe him two sweaters, but since I don’t have the mental fortitude to knit sweaters right now, I’m knitting him two pairs of socks instead. I’m not sure if he will see this as any consolation, but it’s what I have to offer. I’m loving this color progression. It reminds me of that mud pie stuff that’s made with chocolate pudding with a crushed oreo crust–but in a classy, made of silk and mohair type of way.
I’ve been knitting on these in the evening during Felix’s after dinner nap. I should mention that this after Felix’s dinner, not mine. I usually have just enough time to eat my dinner and get settled in enough to knit three or four rounds before Felix is ready for dessert.
The third pair would be super impressive if I also cast them on the day before Felix was born, but alas, this pair of rainbow socks, the second pair of socks Brock is getting instead of a sweater, was cast on sometime in March, I think, and then lived at my Father-in-law’s house for three weeks. They are so close to being done–just a couple more inches and a toe! But again, I usually only get three or four rounds in before baby calls. (Yarn is Bright Neon Rainbow by Munchkin Knitworks.)
Felix and I are still working out where knitting falls in our relationship, but I am finding time, little by little, to resume some parts of my life that aren’t all about baby. Now dishes and laundry, I haven’t quite figured out how those fit in yet.
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This is Katy (Katama) our Boykin Spaniel in 2000, she was our first dog to go to Martha’s Vineyard… actually our first dog to ever go on a vacation with us. Here she is on the Islander looking happy and eager to get on with her adventures.
She enjoyed her first dip in the ocean… running and barking and trying to catch an elusive wave or two.
At Katama/South Beach, the place she was named for she was a little unsure of the waves so she mostly romped along side of them.
A quiet morning at Edgartown lighthouse was nice after going to the beach, shopping and meeting people. Unfortunately it was Katy’s one and only trip to MV… a year later she was hit by a car and died at only 20 months old.
Did you ever see such beautiful yellow eyes. She was a sweetheart and we miss her and love her.
And then along came…
Chappy (Chappaquiddick) our second Boykin Spaniel and our first boy dog. His first vacation in 2002, at age 10 months was of course to MV, and he of course also loves the beach…
…and Sengekontacket pond which is a little calmer then the ocean.
Relaxing at Vineyard Haven harbor is fun too… watching the ferries arriving and leaving and sometimes meeting an Island dog to chat with. This by the way is his mom Deb’s favorite picture of him.
Ocean Park in Oak Bluffs is always a nice place to spend time.
Chappy had to visit the place he was named after too so here he is with Deb on Chappaquiddick.
Two of the places that accept pets are Bradys NESW and The Island Inn, and they’re great place to stay with or without your pet.
Chappy’s been known to visit my blog from time to time… here are a couple of his posts: click on the links to enjoy them.
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Oh my goodness you all made this so hard this year!!! In the seven years we have been asking our blog readers to help us name the lambs, we have never had so many really strong suggestions. Narrowing down the nominations to a reasonable number was a total Sophie’s Choice– we had to leave so many great categories on the table. For example, it nearly killed me to have to cut Tracy’s suggestion: ”How about Coppolas? Francis, Sofia, Roman, Talia, Nick and a zillion others.”
But narrow we must and narrow we did. And just in a nick of time, too. Lambs could start hitting the ground at any moment now, so we’re going to be wrapping this up quickly. You have between now and Wednesday to vote for your favorite TWO options. And you can actually vote as many times as you want. (I figure that if you want to spend your weekend refreshing your browser and voting for your faves, that’s your business.)
I will not try to bias you by telling you that Amy is really pulling for London Underground Stations or that I will be devastated if Military Alphabet doesn’t win. This isn’t about us– vote your conscience. (Although it’s worth bearing in mind that Amy does all the work around here…)
There are seven options to chose from and we will be picking two conventions– one for the Cormo flock and one for the Colored Flock. Go forth and vote, vote, vote!
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