ALL this roving has arrived and I can't spin fast enough. It's actually stressing me out. I'm not having ANY fun. Don't ask me to do anything else right now; you won't like the irritable response you'll get back. Just leave me alone!
I ordered from not one but TWO different wool joints in England: Wingham Woolworks, my old standby, and also from World of Wool (try saying that three times fast). They're both in Yorkshire, England. Two orders each. I think. I actually can't quite remember.
The orders are coming in thick and fast. I have merino and silk in blues, pinks and fall colors.
There's grey baby alpaca. It's so nice, I'd eat it if I could. Then I decided to get adventurous and try sari silk and superwash. I've always been tempted by those lovely little sari threads and the picture showed a roving that looked workable. From a youtube video, I learned that when it gets uncontrollably balled up and knotted, you just cut it apart with scissors.
Those grandkids pushed me into trying superwash. I've always looked down on that stuff, and been pretty sure it can't possibly feel as nice as REAL wool. But I admit to getting a little tired of all the itty bitty socks that emerge from their dryer. And I do understand. There is, thank G-d, a whole houseful of kids -- what's not to like?? So there's no competition -- if you had to choose between all those kids and itty bitty socks, the choice is a no brainer.
The superwash is still in its package but it...looked...ok. I'll save it for later. So I started with this fabulous blue, silver, and silk combo called "unicorn." Did you think unicorns were blue? I didn't. But no problem. I started spinning and it is truly wonderful -- however I was having trouble really enjoying it because I wasn't spinning the baby alpaca or the "gin and tonic" green mixture or the cool looking blend dubbed "fair isle." I was really upset! Even nervous and a little shaky!
This is ridiculous! Order tons of wool, then get upset because I can't spin it all at once! Number 1 son is into Buddhism or Zen (is one a subset of the other perhaps?) and I bet he could give me some pointers on chilling out. I'll have to ask him sometime.
Number 2 kid, the Rebbetzin, can always take the long and bigger view of things. She might say there's time to do all the important things and not to worry about the bounty from G-d. Anyway I think she'd say that. I'll talk to her on the phone later today, double check, and get back to you.
Number 3 kid, also a son, can take a long, philosophical and very humorous view of the world. Actually he's kind of nuts. And I know I'd end up laughing.
Then of course, there's the long suffering hubby. It's important to remember that if I'm swimming in wool, it's so much the more so for him. Whereas I see the details of each lovely plastic bag of 100 gm, he sees a mountain of bags. I get it. I really do. He just seems to float effortlessly around wheels and looms and sewing machines. I think he finds it funny that I'm always dropping knitting needles while I'm knitting.
Actually, the dropping of knitting needles really is getting worse, probably because I'm getting a bit older...maybe...but of course, maybe not. In any event, I remembering watching videos of Elizabeth Zimmerman dropping knitting needles and am secretly proud that, as time goes on, I appear to be doing it too. Estee and I ordered all her videos from the Denver Public Library system and snuck off to watch them. Her #3 kid told us we were dorks. It was so incredibly flattering!
Before Friday night candle lighting, the hubby indulges in his weekly -- and pretty much only -- shot at me and my fiber: "it's time to clean up your toys," he says, clearly enjoying the words as they roll off his tongue...
