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Ah. Vermont!

Where do I start??


I haven't been on a solo trip for YEARS.  Like maybe 20 years.  Greg and I enjoy visiting new places together, and except for easy local visits to family I just haven't done much on my own.  For a long time.  Now with an aging dog with horrible anxiety issues I just never felt ready to tackle it.  But this year I turned 50 and my brothers decided it was time that I did something just for me and they sent me the cash meant ONLY for a train ticket to Vermont. 



"...adventure funds; not clay funds, artist space funds, paint the doghouse funds or Greg's Beer Supply funds!  These are Adventure Funds."

My family knows me well enough that once given the funds earmarked for a trip I would finally make the move and DO IT.  And I had been talking all year about the possiblity of going to Vermont on my own, on the train, to attend the super secret 50th birthday party of my good friend Kristen of Gilead Fiber Farm.  And I would get to see the farm!

And.  I mean.  VERMONT.  IN THE FALL.

So as the birthday plan would go, Kristen would know I was coming.  By staying with her we avoided her making big farm plans that would keep her in her neighborhood while the super secret arrangements were being made.

TWELVE hours on the train.
(I won't whine becuase the idea of driving north on I95 is oh SO MUCH worse.)

But 12 hours is a long time.  The last 2 were killer.

It was rainy when I left DC (there were flash flood warnings the entire time I was gone.)  And still wet and dreary when we went around NY. 



I tried to get some knitting done....


But once we hit Massachusetts the rain had lifted and the colors were just too fantastic.



I arrived in Randolph VT after dark with Kristen (and her loyal dog Max) to meet me and whisk me away to dinner.  (On my brothers.)

I just had so.much.fun.  It was glorious.

Here are pictures. :)



We spent the day out and about (avoiding the neighbor hood to keep the big secret...)

I got alpaca kisses. :)




The party was a total success!  Secrets kept!


Morning chores.  (Actually a mix of days...)

I milked a cow!!  (But not very well!)




Kristen was surprised that the usually reserved llamas came so close.  I think the hay was calling!





Iris the (very vocal!) cashmere goat.



Atlas (on the right) and his mom.


Knitting break!


Ginger


Lotus and Leah, guardian llamas.  This is coyote country....




Yea, that's the spot!  Ecstasy!




Moving huts to the new pasture.  And I didn't just watch and take pictures...I moved one too.


Good Morning All!




Boo


My buddy Fred.


And next post....POTTERY!





New Jersey Day Trip …

Our day trip to the Garden State Sheep Breeders festival at the Hunterdon County fair grounds.

Here we go…

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You can see by our smiling faces it was a fun day :)

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Last Week in Pictures

Last week got to spend three blessed days at the farm with the animals and I tell you it was a tonic for my soul! This summer has been so darned rush-around busy that I have gotten used to waking up not knowing what city I’m in.  Only one more major trip on the horizon and then I’ll be able to get my behind back to Virginia and my flock.

This is going to be a bit of a photo dump, cause I’m running out the door for a meeting. Sorry about that!

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Sunday in Pictures

Here are some pictures from the farm. I was getting farmsick, and I’m sure that Susie is, too!

Look at that incredibly soft lamb nose!

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A ramling having a little snackRam Lamb Snacking

Doeling going after some hay

Ewe Lamb

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Everyone’s favorite bottle baby, PatmorePatmore Patmore 2 Patmore 3

 

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I don’t know if this makes my farmsickness better or worse. How about you?

A Little Mid-Week Sheep Break

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Cassiopeia and Bates

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Demi and her lamb

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Demi and her lamb again

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Lyra and friend

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Big thanks to Amy for the pics! I’ll be taking some of my own next week. Can’t wait!

 

Homesick in Pictures

I just realized that I have been away from my flock for more than two weeks. My life had been such a blur of activity– moving from one farm to another, my birthday, driving to Texas, meetings, doctors appointments, pneumonia, more doctors appointments– that I only just now realized how powerfully homesick I am.

I thought that looking at pictures would make me feel better last night, but honestly? It just made me want to jump on the next flight home.

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I will be heading back to Virginia in a few weeks, but the whole summer is jam-packed with travel and obligations, so I won’t be there long. I’ve got a photo shoot in Boston in June and then I leave almost immediately for Scotland. Then back to to Texas for more meetings and medical stuff, and then to the Pacific Northwest, where I will be throwing out the first baseball at the Seattle Mariner’s Stitch ‘n Pitch. (I still hope to get some practice, you know, touching a baseball between now and then.)

It is so nice having the opportunity to travel, to meet new people and try new thing. The only thing that’s better is coming home again.

Tunis Roving is Here!

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I think I mentioned awhile ago that I had purchased some wool from a local rancher and sent it to The Shepherd’s Mill here in Kansas. Well, I just got it back and I love it!

It’s Tunis wool. It’s been minimally processed so it has a great sproingy hand along with a little bit of vegetable manner and just a hint of lanolin smell. mmmmmmmm Sheepy.

A little bit about Tunis:
Tunis is a medium wool sheep with modest crimp. (my Tunis has more crimp than usual and has been bred for fineness). There is some faint lustre, but Tunis is known for it’s peachy overtones. Fine grade Tunis (like what you see pictured) is good for next to skin wear and for midrange garments as well. Tunis does not felt easy. Overall, it’s a pretty durable wool. It would make a really great fisherman’s sweater. And I currently have four pounds of it undyed and available to for sale up on the etsy site so you can do just that.

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The stable length is about 4.5 inches, and I did my best to capture the crimp definition in this photo. (Before I sent this to the mill, it looked more like Corriedale lock than the pictures of Tunis I’ve seen in books.)

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I am going to go spin some right now!

So long, old friend.

My Sweet Buster, who is one of the oldest sheep on the farm, passed away today.

Buster was one of my original flock of five sheep, along with Ernie, Daisy, Capeable and his twin brother Cosmo. Buster was the first of the flock to trust me, to eat animals crackers from my hand and rub his giant head against my legs. This quickly segued into long sessions of rubbing behind his ears. Once the rest of the sheep saw that I had the Buster seal of approval they grew to trust me too.

Buster was my sheep boyfriend. He was a calming, steady presence on the farm and I will miss him every single day.

I am sure that I won’t be the only one who missing him, either. Buster and Cosmo were the best of friends, always to be found grazing side-by-side.

Rest in peace, Buster. You were a good sheep.

I am a Shepherd

A few weeks ago, I went to a friend of a friend’s birthday party in Washington D.C.. I didn’t know anyone and ended up talking to a nice young man who had just been accepted to an Ivy League architecture school. He was excited and earnest, and eventually got around to asking me what I do.

This may sound like a simple question but for some reason, it makes me uncomfortable. Sometimes I say, “I’m a farmer” which is perfectly true, but it doesn’t ring very true to me. I think because it brings to mind crops, or cattle or something. I have a huge amount of respect for farmers, but I don’t really identify myself as one.

Sometimes I just say something vague about being in the yarn business. Non-knitters don’t really have anywhere to go with this, which is fine, and knitters look at me like I’m made of cake, also fine. I’m happy to answer questions about my flock, my farm, and my lifestyle. But, in all honesty, the ‘business’ part of “yarn business” doesn’t ring altogether true, either.

What I want to say when people ask me what I do, what I like to say and what feels like the truest answer is, “I’m a shepherd.” And the only reason I don’t usually say it is because every time I say it to a man – and I mean every single time – the gentleman smirks a bit and asks, “Do you have a crook?” To which I reply, “Yes. I do.” It’s annoying.

Most people have never met a shepherd and the idea seems sort of silly or precious. But shepherding is a noble and serious profession dating back more than 6000 years. Being a shepherd means being responsible for the care of a flock and being a good steward of the lands they graze. It’s about surrendering yourself to the rhythms of the seasons, slowing your life down to match the pace of the animals and being ever watchful, ever vigilant. It’s about putting the needs of flock first, doing your absolute best for them and then worrying all the time anyway.

I’ve never felt like I became a shepherd when I got my sheep. It was more like I always was a shepherd and I didn’t know it until the sheep found me. They instantly gave my life a purpose and they’ve continued to do so every day since then. I am a shepherd to my boots. It isn’t glamorous or sexy or easy to explain, but it’s all I want to be.

So, when the earnest architect-to-be asked me what I do for living, I looked him in the eye and said, “I’m a shepherd.” And he surprised me. He smiled sweetly and said, “That’s really great. You should have business cards made and put ‘shepherd’ on them.”

I didn’t say anything. I just pulled one out of my wallet and gave it to him.

*This post originally ran on The Huffington Post.

Cormo and Cormo and Spinning

I have a set of pictures that might look fairly deceiving.


A pile of cormo top for spinning.


Some cormo yarn in the process of being spun.


The body of a cormo sweater.

Oh what progress can a girl make in a day!

Except that these are two different projects. The sweater is already spun Cormo yarn came from a sale at Juniper Moon Farm, while stuff I am spinning was my 2011 spinners share from the same farm. It’s delightful to work with. These two are both my first cormo projects, and I am completely in love with the fiber. It makes me want fleeces.

Well, that’s not new, everything makes me want fleeces. The only reason I don’t have more fleeces is that I don’t have a drum carder, or the patience to use hand cards day in and day out. Otherwise, my apartment would need no furniture because we would just luxuriate on fleeces instead.

mmmm…Sheepy.

Seriuosly though, I just figured out why I don’t spin more. You see, I used to have my wheel set up by my desk. My desk chair was the perfect height for keeping good posture and still spinning for hours. Except I never sit at my desk after dinner unless I have a major deadline. (After dinner is when most of the fiber progress happens around here.) And if I am at my desk facing a deadline, it is not usually spinning related. (To be fair, I have never had a spinning deadline, but I am looking to change all that.) No, after dinner, on any normal night, I am on my seat on the sofa, watching something British on the TeeVee. I can’t spin on the sofa, it’s too low and cushy, which are great qualities, I feel, in a sofa, but not so much for a spinning perch.

So what did I do?

Wait for it….

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I sat on a pillow. And it was perfect!

I don’t know why it took me two years to think of putting a throw pillow under my bum, but there you go. Now all I want to do after dinner is spin. Of course, I don’t have anything dyed the right color, and dyeing can take days, but I’ve had this cormo share for a year, and it hadn’t told me what color it wanted to be yet, so I hadn’t dyed it, and I have never spun natural white fiber. Saturday I was itching to spin something and I had been working on that oh so cushy sweater, so I grabbed it on a whim and gave it a whirl. It started to speak to me then. This cormo wants to be a thin, dk-ish weight, three ply yarn, but it hasn’t decided on a color yet. I thought I would get bored with spinning the undyed stuff, but it looks so nice on the bobbin, and splitting it into one ounce little chunks makes me feel like I am spinning waaaay faster than I am–and I am having a blast.

Something happens when I start really getting into what I am working on. I start thinking big–huge even. Like, I should start a regular line of handspun yarns. Not like the one I have now, where I hand paint 100g of fiber and then spin it up into a ooak 100g skein. I am talking buying a fleece and spinning that into a whole fleece’s worth of yarn. And then selling that, dyed in upon request. I mean, I’ve already wanted to start processing fleeces and selling hand processed spinning fiber to spinners, and I sell mill-spun yarn to knitters and crocheters, but why not start and line of handspun? From types of wool that aren’t merino? (Nothing wrong w/ merino, most of my mill-spun yarn is merino, it’s just so ubiquitous, and frankly, not my favorite to spin.) And better yet, why not buy from local (meaning midwest–since that’s the region of the country I am from) farmers? Cause then I could help advertise those farms as well?

Sweet.

Let’s do it.

Only problem?

Still don’t have a drum carder. But I’m working on it.

I am still working out the wheres and the whyfores, but this is the sort of business I saw my one-lady yarn dyeing company evolve into eventually–I just forgot about it a little bit over the last two years.

I have been doing a lot of business soul-searching lately–a lot of realizing that I need to put a whole lot more energy into this machine if it’s going to keep on rolling. I am excited to do it, but it’s going to take some time to work out. So don’t expect a bunch of different stuff up tomorrow, but just know, I’m working on it.