What I always see as the opening of the fiber season, the High Desert Wool Growers Fiber Day in Prineville the end of March, looms a head like a beacon. I have been spinning and felting, hubby has been weaving, knitting needles are strewn about the house heavy with projects (yet to be completed) and I continue to learn new stitches and how to read patterns. The blessing of this biting cold is that one stays indoors working on projects warming the lap. Focus and finish, wash and block. So much to try and do; so little time.
Sunday, January 27, 2013
Cold and More Cold
I have come to admit to myself that I am not a reliable blogger. Is that such a bad thing? Spent the weekend cleaning out and setting up the barn in preparation for kidding in March. The girls are starting to fill out and despite the awful, bone-chilling weather, fleeces are growing, slowly. The promise and expectation begin to light the end of the tunnel.

What I always see as the opening of the fiber season, the High Desert Wool Growers Fiber Day in Prineville the end of March, looms a head like a beacon. I have been spinning and felting, hubby has been weaving, knitting needles are strewn about the house heavy with projects (yet to be completed) and I continue to learn new stitches and how to read patterns. The blessing of this biting cold is that one stays indoors working on projects warming the lap. Focus and finish, wash and block. So much to try and do; so little time.
Lots and lots of locks were meticulously separated, washed and some combed. All have been sent off to new homes to be incorporated into wonderful projects. I find myself now scavenging my stash to have something to work with. Another blessing in disguise; I was forced to blend . . . what fun that turned out to be. Super soft and lofty alpaca, fine, white BFL and long, luscious merino all blended and carded with white and colored mohair locks - WOW, they are all gorgeous! I am, however, looking forward to shearing next month. A whole new supply to play with. See you then ...
What I always see as the opening of the fiber season, the High Desert Wool Growers Fiber Day in Prineville the end of March, looms a head like a beacon. I have been spinning and felting, hubby has been weaving, knitting needles are strewn about the house heavy with projects (yet to be completed) and I continue to learn new stitches and how to read patterns. The blessing of this biting cold is that one stays indoors working on projects warming the lap. Focus and finish, wash and block. So much to try and do; so little time.
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