It was like a fatal yarn storm. Here I was, just coming off a wool fest in my own backyard, and then the Harlot’s sock recipe episode was rerun on Knitty Gritty (which of course was when everyone called me and the kids melted down and Jack amused himself by pulling tape out of audio cassettes), and late at night I read the Harlot’s sad tale of being unable to use her credit card to buy yarn at a knitting fest.
I had my first Harlot dream last night! We were both at some big yarny event, and I was just going on and on about how wonderful she was to some other participant. Then finally I admitted that I had only just met her in person that day. (The other woman gave me a funny look.) Then I admitted I had only introduced myself to her just as “Beth,” not my real name, so she didn’t really know who I was.
She probably drifted away before I explained what I meant, or woke up. Muggle.
In other Harlot news, there were Brandy and I at the fest on Saturday, and she happened to mention she got a package she hadn’t been expecting. One of the things inside it was a pink hat. It took me way too long before I realized what she was talking about, and replied, “Oh, yeah, I cast on for that hat.” And mailed the box and everything in it.
That means the HOT box has gotten halfway across Wisconsin. Cathy, you’re next!
Spinwise, everyone was in bed and I thought I would give spinning a try. I knew the first few times would be frustrating, so I made myself ready for it and stayed patient. It turns out that that monofilament and spring and those funny hooks are what I need to create bobbin tension so the yarn will, uh, wind on as I make it. My spinning books didn’t help at all with that, but I had a PDF from Ashford of how to assemble the wheel, and it showed me what to do.
By the time I got to that point it was quite late, and I discovered I would need a much longer leader to help me get started. I would start treadling, and zoom! the leader would disappear through the orifice. I will try again tomorrow night using some Merino cross roving that Lauren sent me ages ago when she only had faint hopes of enabling me all the way to a spinning wheel. Little did she know…. or, more accurately, little did I know.
My mother just found out yesterday that I have a spinning wheel. Hi, Mom! I told you that you should read my blog!