The weaving itch

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.

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Bringing home the bacon

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!

Well that was surprising…

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.

Commission delivered!

So, here is the set of scarfs that I’ve been knitting…

A pink, knitted scarf for mum and for bub

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.

Oooh I remember this… it’s called knitting!

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.

Putting the loom away seems weirdly wrong

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.

Laundry balls and how sometimes things surprise me

For years now I’ve used a laundry ball / wash ball in my washing machine and so I was surprised to discover that these balls are considered a bit of a scam. Surprised and puzzled.

You see when I bought mine it was marketed as a way to use less soap powder. It also said something about not needing to use soap at all on lightly soiled loads, but it acknowledged you would need some soap the rest of the time. I always use the spoon it came with (15mls) to measure my soap and it’s awesome!

Apparently the wash balls have become some kind of hokum thing, with outlandish claims for how they work and what they do. They are also being marketed as a 100% soap replacement, which they aren’t! Well, some types do fractionally better in tests than just running your machine without soap.

I was really surprised to find this out. Also a bit sad, because I love my ball.

Like I say, I use mine with the reduced soap quantity – it’s between 1/2 and 1/3 of the scoop that my brand of soap powder recommends you use in a wash – and clothes come out nice and clean. And I know, from forgetting to put the wash ball in once or twice, that the smaller amount of soap doesn’t clean a load without the ball!

Makes me feel better with putting grey-water on the appropriate bits of the garden too, though I wish someone would do a test to see what the affect of a laundry ball and less soap is on the waste water. That would be good to know.

Oh, and I don’t use mine with wool or delicates, because I assume there is increased agitation involved and that’s not going to do those fabrics any favours.