I’m happy to report that my two woven dishcloths have been in service at work and doing just fine! Sadly though, I brought them home for a wash and accidentally threw them in a hot wash. Oops.
Not that they’re ruined. They’re just… well… a lot smaller! Like maybe half the size and twice the density they were previously.
Once I’m back at work in the New Year (where did 2018 go, huh?) I’ll report on their cleaning efficiency now they’ve been miniaturised…
It’s been a while since my rigid heddle loom has been dressed and I gotta say there’s an itch growing.
Unfortunately I’ve been a laggard about painting my walls, so the craft room is still drop-sheet land. I do have my test patch done though and I think it’s going to look a-maze-ing!
When the woman at the paint shop popped the lid for the mandatory inspection, the two other customers at the counter made various exclamations about the… um… intensity of the colour. One bloke commented that you wouldn’t want to wake up to it with a hangover! Good thing I don’t sleep in the craft room, ey?
I like my walls to have visual interest.
As evidenced by the metallic, coffee paint I used in my guest bedroom. No one quite got it until they saw the end result. I’m thinking that’ll be the case for this room too, because everyone seems terrified of the fuchsia.
Anyways, I’ll be weaving again before xmas… hopefully.
Guess who got a delivery of home-smoked, maple bacon? Ohhh meeeeeeee!!!!!
Yep, the scarfs for mum and bub were a success and I was paid in pork-product. Delicious.
I won’t need to buy bacon for quite some time and this makes me very, very happy. Also, I have quite a bit of yarn left over so I’m thinking of weaving type ways to use it up!
Mind you, the reno of the craft room is still barely begun (me lazy) so that might have to wait a little while. Though, as I’m hosting the family xmas this year, I really do need to get the metaphorical skates on!
Not at all weaving related, but… at lunchtime today there was a kangaroo hopping down my street! A ‘roo. In the ‘burbs.
I’m not far from a creek and wetlands area so it probably shouldn’t be this much of a surprise, but where I live is true suburbia. And you just don’t get midday kangaroos normally.
Here’s hoping she found her way back to the non-car area safely.
So, here is the set of scarfs that I’ve been knitting…
I’m very pleased with how they turned out! This photo makes them look like they’re different shades of pink, but that’s just the lighting; they’re the same yarn. Well, one is 4ply and the other 10ply, but you know what I mean.
This is cotton, knitted on oversized needles for the ply, in a 2-2 rib. I’ve knitted a scarf for myself like this in the past and the result is a lovely “squishy” fabric. Also gets an almost scalloped edge going on the ends which is kind of nice.
Not the warmest, true, but a nice bit of extra cover around the neck. I’m hoping my friend’s wife like’s them.
I haven’t knitted since I became a weaver. So that’s what? Three years? Four? Not really a conscious thing, but weaving was intended as a knitting replacement so it makes sense.
Then a colleague picked up my last knitted scarf one day and suddenly I found myself with a knitting commission! (I’m being traded home smoked bacon….yaaay!)
But it’s weird. I can cast on with my eyes closed. I can knit and purl with my eyes closed. Like, if you put needles and yarn in front of me I’m just going to start aknittin’ somet’ing. And it feels goooood.
So, I’m knitting. With pink cotton. A matching mum and bub scarf set (of all things). Photos will follow.
You might have guessed that I haven’t been weaving much recently. Thus the lovely sound of “crickets” on the bloggy. But just because I’m not weaving, doesn’t mean I’m not thinking about weaving, or looking at the loom and going “you’re naked – you need dressing”.
Today, however, I had to pack the loom and all the bits into it’s nifty carry bag and it felt wrong. Like I was saying out-loud “no weaving to see here, move along”.
Of course no weaving can happen in my craft room while it undergoes a bit of renovation – that’s why the loom is in a bag for a few weeks.
What are the odds that I will end up dressing it and weaving in the loungeroom again? Just to prove the point that I don’t agree with this enforced non-weaving period. Yep, that’s quite likely.