A friend nudged me to get back in the habit of blogging. It is so easy to slip out of one habit and into another and before you know it, you are off on a new quest and forget all about the old ones. I wonder if that is only me and my 62-year-old highly distractable nature?
Here is what is going on at the farm this January. I visit my animals at least twice a day for feeding, petting, and those dirty chores required to keep their homes from smelling to high heaven. The bitter cold weather causes them to stay close to home and it is my job to see that their water is not ice, that they have food that generates heat as they digest overnight, and that they know they are loved. A periodic thaw like today, with that rare winter sunshine brings everybody out to explore and play with their friends, and lifts my spirits as well.
In the mean time, I’ve been spending my time trying to stay rested and healthy in the midst of swirling cold and flu viruses. I have focused my productive time on creating things with my goats’ mohair. I did a lot of knitting for family on the lead up to Christmas, and now I am indulging in making something just for myself.
Here is a photo of a mohair sweater I want to make. I figured out how much yarn of each color I will need and discovered that I did not have enough purple to make it as it is in the photo. I tried dying some yarn I’d made earlier but it came out a dark teal instead of purple. I sat down to debate with myself how to proceed.
Here is my plan. I picked out colors from my stash that I dyed in the fall, and I will spin just a ball or two of each to cover the requirements in the yoke. I have enough of the teal to do the bulk of the sweater. Today, I start spinning the yellow and the bright blue. The navy is already done and is lustrous and soft. Picking and spinning the materials and the anticipation of how it will all look together is really fun. The scary part is waiting to see if it actually comes together into a piece of clothing that fits me. Hats, scarves, and mittens are very little risk. A sweater, however, could mean a month of effort and a big chunk of my materials all wasted on an item that doesn’t really look good on me or anyone else.
So, drum roll… Weeks from now, we shall see.