Last week I ordered this gorgeous roving from Three Waters Farm’s Etsy shop. I have just about died waiting for this. Exageration yes, but it’s been a week. This, I knew, would be the highlight of it. I underestimated the roving’s awesomeness.
I do believe I’ve hit it, that knitting slump. It’s been two days since I’ve done much knitting and a whole week since I spent more than two hours in a row knitting. I don’t like this lull in energy, but what’s a girl to do?
This is, I have to admit, the first time I’ve knit with handspun yarn. Well, at least as far as I know. (Is Malabrigo handspun? It might be; I don’t know). I have to say, the experience is quite different from what I expected. Could be, though, because of working with yarn I spun on my own and not exceptionally well, too.
Well, I started the big decoration project, but I didn’t get too far. I forgot that back in high school, I hated when we made the paper mache pinatas in Spanish class. I hate that gooey glue feeling. I don’t know how exactly I forgot, but it definitely came up again as I started to make the yarn ball decorations.
I did it! Well, sort of. I’m not sure if my excitement is totally appropriate considering all the kinks and unevenness. Somehow, though, I’m still pleased.
As most people around me know, I hesitate at the word “crochet”. All I picture are granny-square afghans for miles. Recently, though, I visited my mom and spotted her working on a baby blanket. There was nothing “granny square” about this blanket. It was soft, elegant, and enchanting looking. Dare I say, it almost looked like Emma’s blanket from the ABC show Once Upon a Time.
I’ve taken to spinning more than I thought I ever would. After buying the kit two or so years ago and barely using it, I figured spinning just wasn’t in my stars. Lately, though, I seem to have a need to pick it up whenever I have a spare moment.
I don’t know what it is, if it’s not liking the yarn as much as the Malabrigo or being proven that lace really is ugly at first, but I’m not loving this shawl as much as the yellow one. The cotton is soft and it’s not rope-like; I hesitate to blame the yarn at all, really. There’s just something I’m not loving. Oh, well. I signed on this long, I really can’t quit now.
My husband and I popped down to Yarnivore Urban Thread at the Spice Village in Waco this weekend. I went in there with one thing, and only one thing, on my mind. I was running low on Malabrigo worsted merino in Pollen, and I needed to know if they had any more. Luckily for us, they had just one more hank of the colour I needed for my shawl project. But then there was something else.