The ends are combinations of mohair, alpaca, eyelash, ribbon, slub, thread, ladder, acrylic, phentex and other good coupled with slightly dirty things. (lol "Shhh...I'm into phentex baby.") ::Anyway::The middle is a sampler. I don't know the names of the patterns and if I wasn't such a colossal idiot I would have dutifully written down each pedal combination as I went.
A thing of beauty to be sure, but now where do I put it? I think I'll hang it on my massive wall of photos currently resplendent with enrelac and tunisian crochet. It's time to rotate the permanent collection.
Possibly the most exciting class for me was spinning day. We had a special guest in.
Damn you Elenore and your lace weight spinning. (Thank you too!) "Slub" doesn't even begin to describe my efforts-know what I mean?lol. My best advice so far? Plug in your headphones and listen to something sexy like The Donnas or The Stones to help keep your treadling steady and let the wheel know you're not taking any crap off it. (Even though my spinning fantasies are dainty and genteel, I swore quite a bit on my first go. I also started spinning my own hair quite by accident. Go on. Picture it. I know you are. Thought I'd be Sleeping Beauty but discovered my inner Rumplestiltskin. There you have it.)
So I bought a wheel (which is broke and I have to take it to this Emerg. Dr. at the IWK Hospital who calls himself 'The Spin Doctor' LOL) and along with my Mum and Aunt cleaned the fleece from Ontario in Aunt Vic's backyard. It all went v.well with the slight exception of the chocolate brown dreadlocked sheepies whose fleece I will leave off with. (Yes it's their fleee-ce. I swear it. All real Mr. Hankies were rinced away.)
Soundtrack: "Pink Moon", Nick Drake "So She's Leaving", The Trews
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