Isn’t Susan’s wedding purse beautiful? Some projects are pretty and timeless. Others are — well — I don’t really want to say anything too negative (in part because I am the kind of person who believes objects have feelings. I’ve been known to apologize to a chair for bumping into it.)
Even so, I’ve been cleaning out my closet this weekend and there is one handknit sweater that I will never, ever wear again. I don’t know what I was thinking, although I do remember being quite proud of it at the time. It was knit side to side, a first for me. So it does get a plus in the learning category. It used multiple kinds of yarn — oooh, Aunt Bea. Another part of my learning. It was the first time I did applied I-cord. Woo hoo. I should be too embarrassed to post a photograph but hey — I’m a Clay Aiken fan — I’m used to being taunted. So, without further ado:
Its one redeeming feature is its beautiful amber buttons. I am thinking of removing them and — gasp — throwing the sweater away. I think I need some liquid courage to actually do it.
Remember when I talked about the Maryland Sheep & Wool Festival? I did end up going at the last minute. My major purchase was some roving. I have a spinning wheel, but I am not a good spinner. I took a class a few years ago, but stopped practicing. Seeing so much spinning going on got me interested again, so I bought two pounds of Blueface Leicester wool. It’s soooo soft. I got home and pulled out my spinning wheel. It’s a Louet Double Treadle S-51 for those of you who care. I sat and stared at it, trying to remember how the hell to “thread” it and get it to work. Yes, it had been a long time.
I did finally remember, and I’ve spent a lot of time since the Festival spinning. There are occasional moments when I truly “get” it: the fibers pull just right, the wheel spins at the proper speed, and I produce an even, beautiful yarn. But that’s just occasionally. The rest of the time I’m producing novelty yarn. I don’t mind, though. It’s relaxing and addictive and I’m learning. And I’ve got at least a pound and a half of Bluefaced Leicester rovings left.
Finally, in honor of Mother’s Day, here is a photograph of a peony I cut from my garden this morning.






























