A few months back we bought the desk that goes with my Expedit shelf. Tremaine put it together and installed it, and everything was great until I realized that all of my rovings were in one of the containers that was now walled in by the top of the desk.
Then last week I was trying to find my drop spindle (I’m supposed to bring it to the Maplewood Farm in North Van this weekend as some of us Textile Arts students are going to have a table at their sheep shearing event). I had Tremaine help me liberate the roving, but the drop spindle was not in the box liked I had hoped.
So, this morning I decided to look under the bed and lo and behold, it was there! Hooray! So I spent some time this afternoon spinning some Rambouillet fleece I bought from eBay. Unfortunately, the lady I bought it from must have had the heat too high when she dyed it because it was kinda felted and not very easy to spin, but I am taking this as a sign that I need to get my wheel fixed and maybe try to inherit a drum carder. Dare to dream.
In completely unrelated news, I would just like to take a moment to talk about how awesome it is to have breakfast with friends. Like ok, going over to someone’s place for dinner is alright, but breakfast is a bit more special because people have to actually make an effort to get out of bed to achieve breakfast at a reasonable time.
On Sunday we went over to Daryl’s place for waffles and other goodies before Maine had to go to work. Maffy made some delightful chocolate waffles and there was fancy bacon and fruit and other good things.
Breakfast is pretty much my favourite meal and it is only made one million per cent more awesome when someone else makes it. We should start a breakfast club (HAR HAR HAR get it oh man I am the funniest ever).
Hello again,
I did a thing to my blog and I think I broke my stats. Either that, or no one likes me anymore. I hope that is not the case!
Where were we?
Yes, so, Sheep to Shawl. After we had lunch from 12:30 to 1, we came back and got started on the shawl. I was our team’s weaver, so I picked up some yarn and got to it.
I managed to weave pretty quickly, and with few problems, except near the end where one of my warp threads came out and we had to try to get it back in the heddle. It only took just under two hours to weave, probably because our yarn was pretty thick.
We were actually the first group done.
Rebecca fixed the threading mistake we had by weaving in another warp thread with a needle, and then the group worked on tying the ends into a fringe.
Then we waited and watched as the ladies from the other guilds finished their shawls up.
We also spent a bit of time modeling our shawl.
The Chilliwack guild ladies had the best outfits. I was totally jealous.
At 3:30, the competition ended and all the shawls had to be given to the judge. She had 30 minutes to look over the shawls and decide which one was the best, so a few of us went outside to watch a sheep shearing until she was done.
This poor girl was only a year old, so she’d never been shorn before. She was a bit freaked out. I felt sad for her. And also I wanted to cuddle her.
There were two sheep in a pen who had already had their outfits taken earlier in the day, and they kept baaaaaaaaing at the sheep who was getting shorn. So cute though right?
So then it was time to go back in to find out the results.
The Chilliwack ladies had the best outfits, and also the best shawl. We were number 4 (out of 4 teams, hahaha) but yes. Pretty much we expected that much and were just really pumped that we got it all done. It was actually a lot of fun and I kind of wish we could do it every weekend. We also vowed that next year we would be in it to win it. There will be outfits. And better fleece, cause honestly I am not a fan of the Romney.
Oh P.S. If anyone wants to buy me this I would love you forever.
