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I’m sorry to say that for a little while this blog will be sparsely visited. There was a death in my family and there have also been some life upheavals. It always seems like things happen all at once. I’ll be around and I’m still knitting and spinning and playing with fiber and baking and writing code, but I’m also doing a bit of traveling and visiting and other things that will interfere with the regularity of my blog posts. And for this week, I’m taking a break with the exception of this post. I hope to come back real soon.

White roses from down the street

I couldn’t appreciate those roses when I was actually taking the picture. But the act of taking the pictures helped with what I was going through. I hope y’all enjoy them.

little experiments (picture heavy post)

So Bear and I finally finally finally bought a new camera.

new camera

Not that we really needed one, but we’ve been talking about buying a digital SLR for almost a year now. Bear and I have a tendency to do that. Anything above $100 usually takes months of talking and research and looking and talking and walking away and then starting over again. Actually, the number of months are pretty proportional to the amount spent. $200, is about two months. $300, three months. etc. The camera took longer because we really didn’t need it. I’d taken some classes back in high school and while point and shoot cameras are nice, I missed my manual. (I have it, but it sits gathering dust because I can’t stand buying film and having to have it processed). I’m super happy with the camera we got. Wanna see some pictures?

First I wandered around our neighborhood.

rose bush

Roses really were popular.

single rose

I wonder if the neighbors have as much trouble with the school kids picking their flowers and killing their flowers as we do.

But then I went inside for some real tests (also, it was getting dark…)

Red Sox 1 finished

The red sock looks a little too orange on my screen, but the fact that this camera could take a picture of the sock is an improvement over the other one. My old little point and shoot Nikon would end up with red blurs with strong, indirect sunlight. And then I realized I’d completely forgotten about a certain project.

Haruha folded

I found it tangled with a bra (I have no idea) on the couch under two throw pillows. Tonight I will wash and block the silly thing so that I can mail it!

strawberry fields singles

This is the first bobbin of strawberry fields. I’m about… 2/3rds of the way through. I’m so excited to see how these colors end up matching with the other singles.

rambouillet singles

And finally, the Rambouillet singles that I’m going to use to start swatching for the Wedding Ring Shawl. I’m going to make it a long swatch and when I’m done just call it a scarf. I’ve taken no information down on these singles. I just kept spinning on it until I was ready to spin the strawberry fields. Then I stopped. I have enough singles to get started, but soon I’ll have to go back and spin more. I have plenty of fiber and since this is as thin as I can comfortably spin there shouldn’t be a problem matching these singles.

Some of the pictures were shot with the camera in point and shoot mode, most of them were shot with me playing with the settings and a few were with all the auto features turned off (or at least, as many as I could). I’m still learning all the settings on the camera, but I’m having so much fun it almost makes me want to go buy film and take out the old camera again. I don’t know why, but I do have a slight pull. Probably nostalgia.

Spinning update in pictures

Haven’t felt much like talkin.

Strawberry Fields split into thirds

Sample of Strawberry Fields

Little overplied (wiry and twisty). I’ll take it down a notch when I ply up the main batch.

adventure (of the fiber variety)

So on Monday I had a little combing adventure. (I was lucky to get a few stitches knit on the sock yesterday between dinner, picking people up at the airport, and a run to the bookstore before they closed because Bear and I really wanted some good stuff to read. We were partially successful, but sometimes bad stuff to read is good too. Back to the combing adventure.)

I got the combs in the mail on Monday and that evening while Bear was taking his afternoon nap (these are regular things, it’s a hateful sleep pattern from my perspective, but after 5 years, I’ve given up on changing it.) I decided I’d go to the back porch and use the railing for my first little adventure in combing wool. In preparation for combing the alpaca fleeces when they get here.

So first I took out some of the dyed wool I bought… around a year ago?

Dyed Wool locks?

I had an idea that I could turn this blue and pink baby color looking bag of fleece that I bought into a very pretty, still baby color but definitely better, purple. Then I set up the combs.

First comb setup

I don’t have a picture of why this turned out to be a bad idea, but those railings aren’t exactly flat and pulling on the combs from the front made them rock a bit. I doubt I would have sent the whole thing crashing to the ground, but it made it difficult to comb. So I changed the setup and was able to move much more fluidly.

better combing setup

The grips on the back of the railing worked much better. So this is after the fiber has had a few passes. I was only able to comb for an hour and that was only combing just a little bit, but I have a couple of observations.

a) Maybe I lash the fiber on incorrectly and later I’ll read somewhere or realize what I was doing wrong, but usually that first pass of the free comb would yank off half the locks. And then I’d spend 10 minutes trying to get the rest of the fiber to transfer. I really hope that I get better at that because it really did make things kinda difficult.

b) It would take a around 6 (3 if you count from stationary to stationary as 1 transfer) transfers before I finally felt good about fiber on the stationary comb to pull it out. I think maybe I was wasting fiber because probably I could have stopped before that? It would get to the point where all of the obviously short pieces were pulled off, most of the VM was pulled off and I’ll do one more transfer and I noticed you can’t get all the fiber off the combs so you lose some every pass. So maybe I was wasting fiber…

c) I need a higher railing. I don’t like having to crouch and I really don’t want to sit and comb the fiber. So I might have to improvise. I even loved doing this outside. I think many people walking down the street who looked at the side of our house were mighty confused, but even though the breeze interfered at times, I loved it.

d) Make sure you have a diz ready before you start. Really. I improvised adn yanked the top off a spice bottle.

spice bottle diz

The little hole in the center of all the big holes worked pretty well. It was a little too big? I’m not sure. I might need to find something with a smaller hole. But every time I popped my head back in the house and left the combs on the railing I panicked that some annoying bratty kid (we have many of them that walk by the house: they like to crush my landlady’s flowers and plants and throw trash) would get curious and decide it was worth braving the jungle of bushes and trees and plants that make the sidewalk to the side of our house nearly impassable in the summer.

So the last observation is, grab water, one of the phone extensions, something to use as a diz, the grips, combs, pad, something to hold trash and something to hold little balls of fiber before setting up outside.

So in an hour I managed to make four little fluff balls of fiber from the mess in the first picture. Three were more blueish and the one in the top right corner is more purplish. The colors aren’t very true on my monitor, but they are close.

Balls of fiber

I can’t imagine that even all together they come up to an ounce. I have no idea how much they weigh because my little scale broke a while back and I haven’t replaced it. It broke rather strangely and now I’m wary that if I buy another one it too will break.

The mohair killed the adventure however. This completely grosses me out for reasons I can’t understand. I opened up the zip lock baggie with the dyed mohair locks and grabbed a piece.

ewwwwwwwwwwwwww

WHAT ARE THOSE DOTS??????? And when I grabbed that I noticed a big black nasty looking glob mashed in with some fiber. I shoved the whole mess back in the bag and ran it all to the trash. I have no idea what was going on there. I don’t care. It felt gross and looked gross. Maybe if the whole nasty mess hadn’t been dyed and I had bought it expecting fecal matter and whatever those dots are then I wouldn’t have been grossed out. I mean, I can clean up after a dog and after kids and sick adults. Life happens. No big deal. But that. That. The problem with the picture is that you can’t feel the nasty nasty nasty texture. I grabbed the lock and at first it was so silky and then it was a little gritty and my skin started to shudder right off my body as I peered at that bit of fiber and …. I don’t know. *shudders* I went immediately back inside and washed my hands with hot water and antibacterial soap two or three times in a row and off and on again in the evening as the memory haunted me.

I think the bag of pink and blue Lincoln is probably ok, but considering I bought both from the same place I’m now scared to touch the bag. *sighs*