Apparently, I like to knit. Who knew?
I say this, because lately, I’ve been noticing odd, back-away-from-the-crazy-lady looks on the faces of those who enter my house. Neighbours, repairfolk, CSA members, a local minister. They step in the front door, and their eyes widen, and they stop right there in the doorway, with an expression on their faces that says: “I’m not entirely certain I want to proceed further into this house.”
You expect that sort of reaction to be engendered by the front rooms of hoarders, for example, or those who keep large boa constrictors as sofa pets. But, really, truly: I am neither of those. What one sees when one enters my front door is this.
OK, so maybe it looks a wee bit hoarder-ish, what with the bins of fibre and the stacks of yarn and all. And perhaps, to the non-spinner, perhaps three spinning wheels seems looney, particularly when most folk have never even seen ONE spinning wheel up-close-and-personal. Add to that scenario the three-legged dog who is likely to be licking your kneecaps, and the one-eyed cat regarding you thoughtfully from the top shelf, and sure, I grant you: We’re an odd household.
But entirely harmless, I assure you.
Today, I am picking up the house, and just as a lark, I thought I’d chronicle the projects-in-progress I have scattered here and there as I tidy things up.
Lendrum wheel: Coopworth and alpaca roving, being spun for a vest for N.
Matchless wheel: Cormo, being spun because it’s lovely
Bins of extra balls of yarn for current projects
Box of Indigodragonfly custom dyed yarn, awaiting inspiration
October 2010 Spunky Club Fibre, next to my laptop because it’s so pretty I’m
fondling admiring it
Ugly yarn being re-skeined before being sent to Jen at Holiday Yarns for over-dyeing
Wheatgrass Truffle Cardigan, Left Front in progress
Spindle rack with several empty spindles.
Hatchtown Spinimal (top whorl version) with Jesh Batt in progress
Yarn-free! But handknit socks are drying in there…
Ugly yarn, ready to be over-dyed by Jen
OH C’MON. DON’T MAKE ME GO IN THERE.
No yarn down there, as far as I know. (It’s all in bins in the craft room.)
The front porch, back deck, and storage shed:
OH WAIT. I was just in the kitchen, pouring coffee, and I looked up to find this:
That’s my Cricket loom, with a half-woven knotted pile bag from Sara Lamb‘s class in progress.
This concludes the Fibre Tour of my house. Thanks for coming!
P.S.S.T. Want to read a post about my Rhinebeck adventures? Sure you do.