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The Calm After the Storm

We're all a little wiped out after yesterday's excitement - the sheep were sheared in spite of the rain, and we got a lot of other big jobs out of the way in the face of those intermittent rain showers.


Ruthie finished her breakfast this morning and then proceeded to start her morning nap, using my boot as a pillow.  It was hard to step away from all that sweet puppy love, so I took some time out for a scritch session.


Of course, you can't have a doggy scritch session and not expect every dog in the field to come running, so we made a little room for Vanni.  Love, love, love.


That set the tone for my morning - the rain has somehow decided to go around us, so I had time to just be with my babies... to go through the motions and tasks slowly and deliberately.  Check out my new wagon -- I treated myself since I had nearly worn out my first one.  This new wagon is the bee's knees: has a huge carrying capacity and nice new tires that roll like a dream.  It may not seem like much to a casual observer, but it makes my daily life soooo much nicer.


I got a chance to check out the sheep a little more closely, without their fleeces.  Everybody seems to be in great shape, weight wise - even without any grain supplement this year.  Considering the drought, I'm very happy to see this.  Hay prices are astronomical, but we're managing.  I didn't even have to worm this year.  The Gulf Coast sheep are super parasite-resistant, and have done beautifully, even without as much pasture rotation as I would have liked.  The real proof of the pudding is the quality of the wool, and we did amazing in that department this year.  I'm still just shaking my head.


It's forecast to be a rainy weekend, but with shearing behind us, and warmer temperatures ahead, I say, bring it on.  Got my new boots broken in, and I'm invincible.


The Gregg Salvia tells me spring is here for good, and it's time to put this crazy winter behind us. 

Rambouillet yarn: Done!

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Rambouillet

Rambouillet

At the Big E last fall I bought some floofy Rambouillet roving to spin. I have a stripey shawl in mind for the rainbow yarn and I thought this would make a nice compliment.

Two Magnificent Days in a Row

The chores took extra long to finish today, again, because I just couldn't soak up enough of the sweetness into my pores.  I can't express how rare and treasured these days are in Texas - bright, cool, dry, refreshing.  I will ache for this day, come August.


Lots of us are wondering what this warm winter will bode for the summer - will it be even hotter than last year?  Will the bugs be worse for lack of freezing temperatures?  Until I saw my redbud tree budding out today, I wasn't sure whether to believe that spring had really come for good.  The native trees know, so I trust them.  Conversely, never trust a Bradford pear - they are gullible and easily deceived into believing winter is over, and then getting frostbitten by a freak ice storm, and waking up dead.  They ain't from around here.


Tomatoes aren't native either, and need special handling.  Mine have grown a bit spindly indoors, just getting the sun through the windows so far.  Today, it seemed mild enough for them to play outside on the front porch as the sun lowered toward the horizon.  I think they liked it.


The woolie beasts are so anxious to get out of their winter coats--literally itching to be sheared.  Joseph looks like the Michelin Man of alpacas - I really cannot wait to see him out of his fleece.


Everybody is fluffed up and ready to move on to the naked portion of the fiber year.  Tomorrow, it is supposed to get up to nearly 80 degrees, and you really don't need an alpaca coat in that kind of weather.


The hens are digging this, though.  The days have lengthened, and the girls have ramped up their laying.  I think the sight of all this new green grass has all of us a bit rejuvenated.


The bugs are waking up and providing lots of food and entertainment for the flock.  We should also be seeing nice orange yolks in the eggs, with all this free protein and greenstuff adding to the hens' nutrition.


 The guineas are, well, guineas.  Loud and crazy, like always.  They're pretty faithful that way.


I spent too much of the day inside working on stuff that just had to be done.  But I'm going to regret every minute I didn't get to enjoy of this day outside in the fresh air.  Forgive the cliche, but, I wish I could have bottled it.


Rainbow bright

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This is not exactly a roy g. biv yarn since pink doesn’t exactly fall in the rainbow but it sure is bright and cheery and fun to spin. I had to finish it up as soon as I got home. I navajo-plied it to maintain the color progression.

SPA

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I had a really lovely weekend at SPA in Freeport, Maine. I hung out with friends, shopped for fiber, spun a rainbow braid, had some really excellent meals and even went shopping at LLBean at midnight. I was lucky to have a friend to carpool with and we left early enough that we arrived well in advance of the brief spurt of nasty weather Friday night. Another friend spotted someone carrying her Lendrum wheel in a giant LLBean bag and suddenly we were on a mission to each get one of our own. We didn’t manage to find a green one for her but we did score the last two giant bags in the store. If the weather is nice I think this will be an easier method to tote the wheel around and there’s plenty of room in the bag for fiber and assorted extras.

Joseph Arrives

Wow, we've waited and waited for this beautiful boy to get here, and let me tell you, it was worth it. 


The Welcoming Committee was on hand to greet the newcomer.  This is a big deal when a new alpaca joins the family.


Mr. Ramsey's rig pulled up Church Lane with several alpacas on board - our Joseph and a couple of lovely ladies.


Joseph gets his first look at his new home.


The hospitality suite is a stall with a couple of buddies to get acquainted at a gentle pace.  Levi is the perfect sweet boy to make Joseph begin to feel at home.


The suris wanted to visit with him, but they kept worrying him around and around the stall, so they had to wait outside.




I finally got a good look at his gorgeous fiber.  Charcoal down deep, and rusty red on the tips, with some funny spots tossed in for character.  So, so beautiful.


It's so dense that very little grass or hay gets down into the fiber.  It's going to be pretty easy to clean up for the processor.  Six more weeks (give or take) and that fleece is in the bag.


He has a kind and serious air about him.


In a day or so, he'll have the run of the place, just like all the other boys, and we'll be able to get better photos of him.  He is a real cutie-patootie.  Please come visit him when you can!

Hay for Breakfast


FIFO - Fiber In, Fiber Out.  That's how we grow wool around here.  Hay goes in the front, and fleece comes out the sides.  (You thought I was going somewhere else, didn't you?)  And our sheep love their jobs.  Here they are, clocking in on a Monday morning for another week of quality wool production.

Can't you see how much they enjoy their work?


thinking about wool

i’ve been thinking a lot about wool recently. i’m a knitter and a spinner and it’s winter in new york, so that’s not terribly surprising, i suppose. it’s really that i’ve been thinking a lot about wool in some different ways than i’ve thought before. before when, you ask? well, here’s how my thinking has evolved.

before i was a knitter, wool was just something that winter clothes were made of. you wear sweaters in the winter, sometimes they’re made of wool, sometimes they’re made of something else, some wool sweaters are itchy, some are nice but expensive, sometimes you find a wool sweater that’s so perfect you basically live in it from october to may. but mostly, i didn’t really think that much about the fiber content of my clothes. if it fit well, looked nice, was washable and dry-able (which tended to rule out a lot of wool clothes, actually), and if it was something i could afford or was willing to spend money on, i bought it and wore it, giving more thought to how my clothes looked or felt and not so much about where they came from and what they were made of.

after i became a knitter, i started paying more attention to clothing fibers. after all, i was making things for myself and others to wear and i started to learn about the properties of different fibers and fiber blends in yarn. what makes this yarn feel so softy and squishy to knit with or this yarn produce a good firm fabric but be so tough on my hands? what causes this yarn to show off cabled stitches in a sweater so nicely but this yarn to have such a lovely drape and sheen in a lacy shawl?

when i learned to spin, i started paying even more attention to fibers. how is spinning wool different from spinning alpaca or silk or angora? how is spinning the wool from a fine wool sheep breed different from spinning wool from long wool breed or a down breed?  spinning got me more interested in sheep and other fiber animals and in the people who raise them.

i became a shareholder in juniper moon farm’s yarn and fiber CSA, visit the farm on a regular basis, and have became good friends with JMF’s owner and shepherd susan gibbs. i learned to shear sheep, acquired the only fiber animal i can legally keep on my tiny brooklyn lot, and keep my eyes out for any and all ways i can get my shepherding ya-yas until i’m ready to overthrow my yuppie life for a sheep and fiber farm of my very own.

all this has had a significant impact on the way i look at the clothes i wear. and this evolution of my thought process, which was already unfolding on its own, was reaffirmed with kate davies’ and felicity ford’s wovember project.

i know, it’s almost february and wovember happened in november. and i admit that i didn’t actually wear that much 100% wool in november. november was an unseasonably warm month here in new york and i hadn’t unpacked all my heavy woolens yet. but i spent a lot of november thinking about wool and as winter turned into actual winter weather, i started reassessing my wardrobe.

i have some good wool sweaters, a few pairs of wool pants for work, a nice wool-blend dress but also a lot of clothes from H&M and old navy and the like that are poly-something/rayon/etc blends and the best that can be said of them is that they’re cheap enough to buy a lot of and easy to replace. i actually tend to wear the same smallish handful of pieces over and over, so i’ve come to realize that what i do own should be the best i can find.

i started shopping for more 100% wool clothing after wovember. one of my favorite brands is icebreaker, which not only produces some great 100% merino wool clothing that’s machine-washable, but tries to do it in an ethical and sustainable way. i like that you can trace each garment to the sheep farm where its wool was grown. since i’m friends with an actual shepherd who makes her living from the sheep she raises, i particularly appreciate that even larger corporations recognize that for there to be wool clothing to sell, there have to be sheep farmers who can make a buck producing it. other companies that make 100% merino washable wool clothing that i like include ibex, luna, minus33, and of course, smartwool.

yes, these clothes aren’t cheap. but they’re hands down the clothes i put on more than all the rest of my clothes combined. i wear wool skirts and pants to work, with wool tights or wool knee socks underneath. i wear wool long johns under my wool skirts on extra cold days when i’m walking to the subway. i wear wool shirts with jeans and wool sweaters with everything. wool keeps me warm when it’s cold, is breathable and cooler when the heat gets turned up a little too high, and keeps me comfortable all day. wool is perfect for running and farm chores and other times when i’m working hard and sweating up a storm. i even wear wool as pjs. i won’t say that i wear 100% wool 100% of the time, but i’m definitely committed to spending more of my money on high quality wool clothes and less on cheap lower-quality synthetics.

and every time i put on something made of wool, i think about all the work it takes to raise the sheep that make the wool and all the effort it takes to turn raw wool into finished garments. and i think that all the money i’ve spent is a total bargain.


A Fine, Fine Day for Fiber

Does it get any better than this?  Sunshine, brisk breeze, and a dozen sweet friends crafting together with fiber of all sorts - roving, yarn, delicate thread...


Anna brought new baby Ike by for his first visit to the barn.  The last time he'd been here, he was still a bump.  Now he's a doll--a gorgeous boy.


That's tough for big brother Brian to compete with, unless you blow bubbles in your water.  That makes everybody smile.

Peggy showed Leslie some spinning tips.  Leslie's going to be spinning soon.  She's already rocking the knitting thing.


Anela told her all about knitting with those mysterious double-point needles.  Nothing to be scared of...


Karen got to be with us again today, and this time, she brought her amazing Drudik wheel.  She got this wheel from the Oregonian wheel maker back when they didn't cost as much as a used car, like they do now.  It's a beautiful wheel that spins like buttah.


Her daughter, Lisa, brought her bobbin lace project with all its pretty bobbins and beads and pins, on the velvet pillow...  It's intricate and amazing, and I was fascinated watching her.


The lace formed steadily under her fingers, following the printed pattern, twist by twist and knot by knot.  Watching her helped me understand the experience of an uninitiated person watching a lace knitter or a talented drop spindler.  It's all magic, until you get the knack.


Rita took a break from knitting her wedding veil to work on knitting her lace garter.  How amazing will that be?


We enjoyed finally getting to visit with Karen and Gail, who hadn't been able to come to the LRB in a while.  Barbara came again this week, and invited her friend Linda.


Linda found herself adopted by Smokey, who draped herself across Linda's lap and didn't move for ages.


Virginia got to drop by, too, and she worked on a pretty kettle dyed wool purse.  Maybe she'll felt it, or maybe she won't.  Such are the quandaries of a fiber artist.


Leslie had really come to the farm to work, so we spent some time skirting and tumbling Solomon's black alpaca fleece.  She caught on quickly, and now has achieved the elite rank of Certified Fiber Tumbler here at Jacob's Reward Farm.  Solomon's pretty fleece is medium fine and open, so we had to spend some extra time opening the locks and blowing the dirt and grass away.  But that shiny black fiber is so, so worth it.  Great job, Leslie -- thanks!

You are always welcome at the Little Red Barn to share these days of friendship and fiber arts.  Learn something, share something, experience something beautiful in this sweet little community.  You make a difference...  At the bottom of this page is our Google Calendar.  That's where you'll find all of the goings on here at the farm.  We'd love to have you join us!