Monday, September 18, 2017
Fading pullover, in handspun
Ann Weaver was having a destash on Instagram, and for one lot of random chunks of spinning fiber from her collection, pieces of who knew what all sorts of sheep or wool or states of prep, I got there first and bought it. So there was this peach and gray and cream fiber from Carodan Farm with no color name, so I spun it all fluffy and gave it a name: "Grilled Salmon." It is as soft as butter. Spunky Eclectic--it is pink and purple and more pink, with a little bit of yellow, possibly accidentally. I called this one "Plastic Pony." (I love good color names. Why wouldn't you give it a great name?) Look. Dyed here, and spun into a two-ply, it looked less like me and more like tourmaline. More jewels. Jill Draper told me it was beautiful and that she loved it, and that I had done a good job. I folded that moment into a little origami heart and tucked it away for a rainy day. Then I took off the sweater and stuffed it in a bag because it was a gorgeous 81 degrees, and bought a whole bunch more yarn. And a fleece. For more spinning.