Studio Notes

I just made up my mind. I am going to Stitches East in Baltimore tomorrow, just to buy some fiber to spin. Spur of the moment decision, for sure, and I am so glad for that.

A long time ago, before all the bad stuff happened in my life, I used to do things like this.  I’d wake up in the morning and decide to go somewhere, just because it sounded like fun.  No plans.  No worries. No doubts.

There was the time I drove to Alexandria to buy a pen, found none in stock, and flew to Boston where I knew I could get one. Yes, from Virginia to Massachusetts and back, all for a pen.

So, I am taking a verrrrrry early train to Baltimore. I have the whole day to poke around, and hopefully will find some roving (quite likely) and locks (less likely). A lightweight drop spindle would be nice, too. I love my new Golding spindle, but at 1.9 ounces, it’s just a bit heavy.

I don’t need any yarn.  Really.  Stash makes me nervous, and even too much project-specific yarn makes anticipation turn into obligation.

Baltimore holds a special place in my heart. Twice, it was destined to be my home, and twice, circumstances sent me in completely different directions.  I don’t regret that I didn’t marry that charismatic and intense law student. Sometimes I do regret that I didn’t end up a shopkeeper in the Inner Harbor, but it wasn’t meant to be.

I’m so excited. I can’t stop grinning.

My mother and I made an annual tradition of attending the NY Sheep and Wool Festival in Rhinebeck.  We were both deeply bound together by the fiber arts.  She knitted joyful and complicated sweaters, and I spun, wove, and sometimes knitted simpler accessories.

In 2006 we enjoyed for one last time the creative riot of color and the easy interchange of ideas as we designed future projects inspired by a handful of beautifully dyed fleece. We basked in the autumn sunshine and tasted Artichokes French. 

She was knitting a siimple and classic sweater in deep blues, greens and purples in the last weeks of her life in April 2007. I have yet to finish it, but someday I will.

October 2007, I drove to Rhinebeck alone and wandered through the barns in a daze. It wasn’t the same. I bought a tapestry beater and some white warp. Where was the color?

This year, I was determined to reinvent the joyous experience. I reached out of my comfort zone a few weeks before the festival and started chatting with other knitters and spinners on Ravelry.  Shy me.  Can you believe it? I made plans to go to meetups and parties.

I’d like to thank every person who said hello or commented on my handknit socks. You brought color and warmth to my weekend. I’d especially like to thank the Holidome knitters and spinners who welcomed me to the tribe.

Next time, I’ll share some more of my colorful purchases. You’ve already seen my Lendrum wheel, Golding spindle, and some of the Romney sliver that I dyed.

As much as I loved yesterday’s green dye, I wasn’t going to be satisfied until I indulged myself in my favorite shades of turquoise.

Jacquard Acid Dyes in Turquoise and Violet on two-ply thick-and-thin bulky.

Yesterday, I had time for a quick dyeing session. The Aerie doesn’t have a dedicated dye kitchen, so I am limited to small-ish batches of acid dye on the stovetop. I use dedicated pans and utensils, of course.

Jacquard Acid dyes on Romney sliver

Isn’t that a sweet little drop spindle? It’s by Golding Fiber Tools.

At 1.9 ounces, it is a bit heavy for the fine yarn I am spinning, but the Romney is a very forgiving fiber.