Thursday, December 22, 2011

holiday frenzy

I have been scrambling to finish a sweater for myself, which was finally seamed up this afternoon. Just in time for the holidays! The pattern is Belfast, and it was theoretically a quick knit, if one has the time.

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The boys and I have had a wonderful time making clementine candles, which have such a wonderful burnt citrus aroma.

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I have been busy weaving a bunch of spa cloths on my little loom, to give as gifts with handmade soap.

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My next post will include the super secret gifts I made the boys for the holidays (after they are unwrapped), but here is a picture of an adorable needle felted sheep we were given by a very dear woman.

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Thursday, December 8, 2011

It is not surprising it has come to this.

I bought some lovely Wollmeise sock yarn to make a pair of socks. Tardis socks.
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Which led to me finding the perfect project bag. It stores flat:
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and then snaps into a bag!
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I take my fandom seriously.

Saturday, December 3, 2011

spinner's weasal

Last week, my employer informed me that the rhyme 'pop goes the weasel' was based on "something to do with spinning fiber", a fact he had learned in Shaker Village. This was something I had never heard of, which surprised him, and piqued my curiosity.

Lucky for me, I spent the day today in Shaker Village, spinning some fiber with a lovely group of women. According to my peers, my employer's memory was correct. Apparently, there is some historical evidence that the rhyme references a spinner's weasel, a device that was used to measure skeins, and 'pops' once the desired length is reached. At the moment they have a wonderful exhibit on Shaker textiles, if anyone in the area is able to visit it.

I use an umbrella swift when I skein yarn, and my children and I have recited a different rhyme as it rotates:

"Round and round and round she goes
Where she stops, nobody knows"

This originated in the Amateur Hour that was on the radio starting in the 1930's. The host would spin the wheel, and the rhyme was recited at the beginning of every show.

I think that henceforth we will use the more historically accurate 'pop goes the weasel'; though there is something to be said for the intensity of the Original Amateur Hour's chant.

Friday, December 2, 2011

a weeks of nothings

This week has been seriously lacking in productivity. I seem to have gotten sucked into a vortex where there is a blur of activity, but very little is actually accomplished.

I was able to knit these fingerless gloves for myself, which was long overdue. My hands tend to get cold easily, and are easily stressed by changes in the weather. These are made of a handspun (not by me, by Sour Cherries on etsy) BFL, which made for a lovely knit.

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In other news, my mother sent some adorable Matryoshka dolls that are brilliantly painted. The wee puffin kills me!
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Friday, November 18, 2011

knit hat lining tutorial

Lining hats is a great step when the hat is a bit stretchier than expected (or might stretch over time, say, if it is merino), or not as warm as needed.

The first step is to cut a strip of fleece that fits around the head of the recipient. I tend to use 2-3" strips for children, and 3-4" for adults; use however wide a strip is most comfortable for you.
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Pin the right sides together, and sew (I used 1/2" seam allowance)
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With wrong sides together, pin the back seam to the back of the hat (placement of the back really doesn't matter, the hat is a circle)
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This next step is easiest with a helper. Have the helper stretch the hat and the fleece until taut, as you pin the hat in 4 (or more) places. It is useful to pin the bottom first, about 1/4-1/2" above where the edge is. If you have a rolled brim, or a ribbed brim you plan to turn up, be sure you pin it 1/4-1/2" above this point (so the fleece won't show when it's worn.
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Using a similar colored thread, whip stitch the top part of the fleece to the top part of the hat.
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Once the top is sewn, sew the bottom to the edges together with a whipstitch.
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Voila!
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The hat will be warm, and will be less prone to stretching!
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The hat pattern is a free download on ravelry. It was a lovely design. Yarn was spun by me.

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I am amazed by the skill of ancient spinners. Thousands of years ago, Egyptians used drop-spindles to create thread that was later woven into cloth. Think of the size of the thread used in Egyptian cotton bed linens, which is amazingly fine stuff given the difficulty of spinning cotton. Up until the 16th C, in Europe men dominated the knitting trade (according to Richard Rutt in 'A History of Hand Knitting'), and the knit stockings they created were made with impossibly thin yarn. I took the tuft of roving (sourced from a Lincoln sheep) I was given by a lovely lady in the fiber guild I attend, and gave it a whirl (or rather, a whorl). Here is what I came up with; at 28 wraps per inch, any self respecting spinner from centuries ago would have been ashamed. Today, we consider this laceweight.
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On the opposite end of the spectrum, I completed this bulky weight yarn this week (6 wraps per inch), and knit it into a hat for my rainbow loving eldest son. I plan to line the hat, which I will do in tutorial form this week (I hope).
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I was also able to crochet this very simple cowl for a dear friend. (The picture is just a peek, since she reads this blog.) The buttons are hand whittled by a local elderly man, who charges far to little for his expertise. The yarn is a bulky weight uruguay merino, so it will be very soft against the neck.
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I finished this cowl for myself. It is also out of merino, but not nearly as nice a base. It was dyed by Hillary of Dashing Dachs. I have had this yarn stashed for a few years, and was very happy to have a chance to use it.
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Here is a link to the pattern if anyone desires it (it's free!):

Monday, November 7, 2011

Spinning a yarn

“I claim that in losing the spinning wheel we lost our left lung. We are, therefore, suffering from galloping consumption. The restoration of the wheel arrests the progress of the fell disease.” ~Mahatma Gandhi

Here is a picture of my beautiful wheel (by Fricke). On the spool is my second completed skein of yarn, which was comprised of wool from several natural colored Lincoln sheep.

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After washing, I was pleased to discover that I had produced a balanced skein of worsted weight yarn.

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I also dyed my first spun yarn, which was made from Romney sheep, and dyed with Biden flowers. The color produced by Biden flowers (which I intensified with copper) will darken a bit over time. It's not spectacular yarn, but it will make a cute pair of mittens for a boy I know.

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Other items I have recently finished include a fleece lined stocking cap (knit with aran weight hand dyed BFL)

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and many 2 oz jars full of hand balm.

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The hat and the balm will be donated to the boys' school for their winter faire.

Saturday, November 5, 2011

'tis a gift to be simple

I was a part of an interesting discussion this morning, on the resurgence of traditional crafting/making in my generation after it's decades long hiatus. It has served as a fodder upon which my somewhat obsessional mind has chewed for a few hours now.

The consensus of the discussants was that women initially rebelled against domestic handicrafts as a rejection of society's patriarchal mantle, and neo-feminists are reclaiming the skills as a merger between the traditional and the modern (I know this is not a novel theory). Women today, in theory, perform these very domestic activities as a rejection of the primary women's right movement. They are creating their own model of femininity, an amalgam of what they inherently desire to do, not what they feel they ought to.

I think it goes further than that. There seems to be a growing cultural movement, not just for traditional women's crafts, but also for urban farming (and farming in general), woodworking, and metalsmithing (among many other traditional forms of occupation). It is not that women are inherently developing more of an interest in traditional women's work, but rather women are also participating in traditional men's work, and men have a renewed interest in traditional women's work.

People of my generation, who have been brought up through the development of the cyber world, are finding an increased need for the tangible.

Once, handmade items contained value. Each item of clothing took considerable time and effort to make. The fiber was grown (by animal or plant), harvested, cleaned, carded, spun, woven/knit, then sewn/finished. Each piece of furniture was first a tree. Each meal was dependent on the delicate balance of natural elements and toil. Following the industrial and agricultural revolutions, it has become consistently easier to fill our bellies and purchase material goods. We no longer have a need to mend things that are broken. We live in a disposable culture. I believe the people who are taking up the mantle of the traditional work are fighting against this. They know the value of an item is in the time and energy that went into creating it. That in today's theorectical world, where most of our employment is performed in the cerebral realm, there is real importance in working with our bodies and connecting with our history. So many creative traditions have been lost, and the skill sets are fading. It is important that as the world becomes more complex, we do not lose our simplicity. There is meaning in creating something of use with human hands. It is not just that the items have value; the process itself is paramount.

Monday, October 17, 2011

All play and no work

This past weekend my family and I went to Bernheim forest, to join in their autumn leaves festivities. My father and mother-in-law joined us there, and we had a marvelous time hiking through the trails, and visiting the craftspeople who were demonstrating and selling their wares. Perchance, we stumbled across a group of women spinning and weaving. This group happened to be the fiber guild I planned to join in the Spring, before my husband's mother passed away, which prevented my attendance. Happily, I was able to reconnect with them.

While watching them weave and spin, I explained the basic mechanics to my in-laws, who were very impressed by the amount of energy a single article of clothing takes to create the "old-fashioned" way. My mother-in-law made a very astute comment: "People these days get into trouble because they don't have enough to do". I think she might have a very good point. In my other life, where I work as a psychologist, I see a great number of people who are experiencing a loss of purpose. They complete their daily routine, including hours of empty time filled by television, and feel ennui over their lack of generativity. Though I do believe that before the industrial revolution people had a great deal of stress regarding the sheer amount they needed to accomplish in a day; today so many things are automated that we have 'freed' ourselves into melancholia. Discouraging idleness is something I 'prescribe' for this. It's important to find peace in the rhythm of the day's somewhat mundane activities. I find when I do this, and fill up the scraps of time with knitting, or other small activities, I feel restless and strange when I try to wile time away. It makes me appreciate the lull of the inactivity so much more.

Friday, October 14, 2011

I have a feeling...

Today I took the boys to the Southern Indiana Fiber Festival, once their school day let out. We exited with a spinning wheel, and several bags full of roving. I have a feeling that my dear husband will not allow me to attend these events anymore, unsupervised.

The weather here is absolutely stunning. It was fairly blustery today, and we delighted in the leaves swirling around us as we walked around the fairgrounds. The sky was a crisp blue, and the golds and oranges of the trees are really starting to show their glory.

I happened across a treasure trove of black walnuts along the highway coming home, so we pulled over and gathered a bag full. Black walnuts only bear every other year, and my friends with these trees are all on the off year. Hopefully, this will provide me with some nice rich dye to last until next season!

Monday, October 10, 2011

Should your glance on mornings lovely
Lift to drink the heaven's blue
Or when sun, veiled by sirocco,
Royal red sinks out of view –
Give to Nature praise and honor.
Blithe of heart and sound of eye,
Knowing for the world of colour
Where its broad foundations lie.
— Goethe

Rudolf Steiner's color theory was based upon the semi-scientific work of the poet Goethe's. I've been doing some reading on the matter recently, which has been interesting. My opinion remains somewhat uninformed at this time, so I might discuss this in greater detail at a future point when I have slightly more knowledge than reactive emotion.

I have had an interest in plant based dyeing for some while now. I maintain a garden in the summer, which brings me a lot of purpose and joy. My children enjoy helping with the garden, and my husband enjoys eating from it. Ultimately, I would like to add more plants that I can use for dye.

Feeling inspired, I dyed a playsilk using the marigolds from my African Marigold (which helped protect my tomatoes this summer from insects) and vinegar. I wanted a what Steiner would have considered a pure yellow, so I removed the stamens from the flowers before boiling them in a soup pot to extract the color. According to Steiner, yellow is a Spirit color. It doesn't take much to change it's color completely, when mixed with other shades. Yellow is both warm and joyous, words which describe well how my children will enjoy it.

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This is a little dream I have.

We'll see if it will come true.