Yesterday I spun some yarn on a drop spindle. It’s my usual habit to divide the wool in half lengthwise (with the hope that each half will spin out equal in length which makes plying easier) and begin spinning.
Really, there seems to be no end of the jokes you can make about dyeing yarn and fiber.
There are MANY things to love about dyeing your own yarn and fiber. It’s creative, it’s surprising, and it produces resluts unlike anything you’ll find anywhere else. Every yarn and fiber seems to behave a little bit differently. The skein on the right in the photo below is called “Licorice Twist” yarn. One ply dyes darker than the other.
Who knew? It’s as simple as purchasing a skein of super bulky weight acrylic yarn, unplying it, then respinning it. Voila, new acrylic yarn.
Do you get your feelings hurt easily?
Notice the careful phraseology. I’ve been taught that getting one’s feelings hurt is a choice one makes. I’m quite sure this is true, but I’m terrible at choosing to not get hurt, really don’t know how to stop the hurt before it happens. But I’m trying.
(My dad liked to say, “My wife says I’m a trying husband,” which, of course, my mom never said.)
My mom once wrote some reminiscences of her mother, Mary L. Hunter. I don’t think I ever met my grandmother Hunter, but I have a childhood birthday card from her in one of my “boxes.” Read More →