Right, so the shop is out of fiber.

So I dyed more. I have a noiled silk and a cashmere/merino/nylon hanging drying as we speak… type.

I’m also adding these to the shop shortly. Three you’ve seen before…

Sunset Squall (previously unnamed) 2 oz Noiled Silk
Sunset Squall

Sunset Serendipity 2 oz Super Fine Baby Alpaca

Soft Serendipity (Not one contiguous piece) 2 oz Noiled Silk
Soft Serendipity

And then there’s a new one! Wow, yeah, I know. New. Woo! Dance! Or um… yeah… not.

This is 10% Cashmere / 80% Merino / 10% Nylon SUPER soft and squishy. Should be a good fiber for socks! And in that interest, it’s 100g (Just over 3.5oz) which is about the size of most sock yarns and batts. As a side note, I’m also making some of these in oversized 125g (4.4 oz) batches for people who want to make large socks, or long socks, or… you know… not socks.

War for the Oaks (Note, this is not one contiguous piece)
War for the Oaks
Right, so that’s what’s new, and going up in the shop. More fiber on the way. I didn’t get more dyed last night because my oven was full of…

My traditional after Thanksgiving turkey. He’s 19 pounds. And tasty.

I did spin. Lest you think I’m perfect (stop snickering, I’m RIGHT HERE)…

I had more of the green from Summer Breezes left over, so I decided… to try to Navajo ply. Youch. I got the motion down after a while of breaking my thread every third pull. That part was good. Getting it to be smooth such that the twist went on smooth… took me a while.

Oh right, and as part of a swap, a friend sent me this little guy! I don’t think that’s what he’s for, but he’s my new wheel buddy.
Wheel Buddy

That’s it for now. Will dye more tonight, and have two things drying now.

Back to lab.

~The Gnome

An Origin Story

The origins, of the strange, the awesome…

Ok, just weird.

But first, a bit of knitting.

Still working on the mistake rib scarf in Gnomespun Woodlands – Lichen. It’s mind numbing, which I find amusing since several people suggested not doing the Yarn Harlot’s One-Row Handspun Scarf (Which I’ve made before) because it was “boring.” Heh. I really should stop listening to people. But this one is nice and sproingy and super soft in the merino/alpaca. It’s narrow (though will block a little wider than is appears here) so I’m doing it long for a doubled over, looped scarf. Which means… I have a long way to go!

I finally gave in and ordered a ball winder. ::grumbles:: Last week. I hate JoAnne’s. But I got one of the second tier ones for only 20-something dollars… even if they did just *finally* ship it yesterday. So I’m still going to have to wooden-fork-nostepinne the yarn for the hat this weekend.

In other news, I finally shaved, and managed one night of sleep (out of four attempts). I still need a haircut.
Less Scruffy

Oh right, origins. Yeah. Ok, so I sidetrack myself.

So, someone recently asked, after reading my little “About Gnomespun” blurb, how I got into spinning and dyeing. It’s something of a complicated story, thus why I refer to it as an origin story (also it makes me feel like a super hero, and who doesn’t think that’s fun?).

You see, I grew up on a small hobby farm. This may require some explanation, especially for those of you familiar with real farms.

My parents believe in being capable. That is, they like to know how to do things, such that – if they needed to – they could get by without too much outside help. They never went so far as homesteading, but instead struck a balance, with a hobby farm.

A hobby farm is a farm that doesn’t quite function like a traditional farm. That is, we didn’t make (or try to make) a living off the farm, and it was only self-sufficient by a very limited meaning of the term. It was a small “hobby” farm (though don’t let the word “hobby” make you think it was easy) of 4.7 acres. Just small enough we had to worry about neighbors not liking the sounds or smells (has to be 5 acres in order to ignore neighbor complaints of animal sounds/smells).

Luckily, we had nice neighbors.
We raised:
sheep (Corriedales)
goats (mostly Nubians, toggenbergs, and Alpines)
chickens (something black, something gold, Rhodies, and several varieties of bantams)
geese (Grey Toulouse)
and pigs
And, of course, a dog and a cat or two or four (depending on the time)

The goats were milked (after being taken to visit the daddy goat), the sheep (a pair) happily bred and made lambs (usually in February in the far back corner of the pasture, during an ice storm) which along with the goat kids and goslings, were either eaten by us, or sold to the Portuguese guys who would come by every spring.

We also had large gardens, and a small orchard.

I grew up shaking apple trees, milking goats, helping sheep give birth, and finding out my bottle-fed baby goat Oreo was, in fact, growing up to be a billy, and not a nannie (she, was a he). It was a good time.

Along with this, my family did all those associated things, like pickling and canning (which I’ve been doing myself for a few years now). So, during the course of learning how to do things, my Mother bought a spinning wheel, and Ashford Traditional, in the days when they had single treadles, little ornamentation, and one ratio.

Mom never got great at spinning, we didn’t have the time to put into great prep, and never found someone to do it for us at a price we could afford (two fleeces just aren’t economical). However, she did learn how, and so my brother and I learned the basics and played around on it despite never being able to get more than about 6 inches of “yarn” made at a time (and totally not understanding plying).

Fast forward a few years. I’m 11. Grandma comes to visit (she lived in Los Angeles at the time, now she lives in NC). Grandma crochets. I have a lovely rainbow afghan she made me when I was a kid.

She was making something or other, and I asked what she was doing. “Crochet” she said. And when I expressed more interest, she asked if I wanted to learn. Wham. The fiber bug had infected me.

Crochet slept in my blood for many years, until about 6 years ago, when I started graduate school. I discovered that crocheting helped my mind to settle, and gave me something to do while I spaced out after long days of intense thought in lab. So, I started making scarves and box fold hot pads.
Dark ScarfPotholder

And then, my Grandma’s 80th birthday came around. In return for the gift she’d given me, I made her this afghan, which is about… 8-10 feet square

And that’s when it started to hit. I didn’t have to make things that other people had made. I could come up with my own designs, my own patterns. My brain started to turn…

And so, about a year and ~1,000 hours later, I had designed, and crocheted, from scratch, a full length, a-line skirt, lined it with silk that I had hand dyed myself. All because Mom mentioned no one made skirts for people her size and shape (as far as I can tell, no one makes clothes for any actually existing people).

This was where the bug really took hold and wouldn’t let go, ever again. You see, it’s really my Parents’ fault. If they hadn’t been so competent, and encouraging of competence and capability, then this would never have happened. I mean really, who thinks it’s a good idea to go from granny squares to fitted garments and hand dyeing silk?

Oh right. Me.

Because my family’s modus operendi is, “If you don’t know how, find a book or someone who does, and then you can learn.” Basically, that, barring physical limitations, there’s no particular reason you shouldn’t be able to learn to do anything. So, it never ocurred to me, despite having never sewn a garment without a pattern or dyed anything more complicated than tie-dye, that I couldn’t do these things, given enough time, patience, and research.

Then, I doomed myself. A friend pointed me to this thing called “Ravelry.” Twice, actually, before I bothered to wander over there. Oh. Boy. You see, once I was there I found a local knitting group. I asked if they would mind having a male crocheter, and they were more than welcoming. They were my people.

A month and a half later, I asked them to help me learn to knit. Two weeks later, I started to knit the Thuja socks. I was hooked. I love crochet, and will always love it. But knitting makes sense to me. That is, I have a natural affinity for the structure, the way the stitches form the fabric. Damnit. ‘Cause really, I needed another hobby, right?

Well, another… month? After that, I succombed to the spinning bug. Again, you can blame my knitting group. The bastards… I mean wonderful people include quite a few spinners. So they kept bringing these soft, luscious fibers and beautiful handspun yarns which we’d all ooh and ah over.

Now, something you have to understand about spinning. It’s a disease that wants to be spread. There’s something in a spinner that makes them want to convert non-spinners. All the protestations of, “But I don’t have time! I don’t need another hobby!” were for naught.

It wasn’t long before I succumbed, and planned to borrow my Mother’s old wheel to see if I could do what these talented people were doing.

As if that wasn’t bad enough, I found more people on Ravelry, the most sincere, and adept enablers I have ever met. Who instantly decided (before I had actually begun to spin, mind you) that I should not only spin, but make a business of it. “Uh, sure, why not?” I laughed.

And then… came the Sheep and Wool festivals. I spent a bunch of money at New Hampshire sheep and wool, hung out with Bowerbird, and had a good time, screwed around on one of the newer Ashford Trads, and reminded myself what I was doing again. Ok, I was ok. Spent a lot of money, but I thought, “No problem, I can stop whenever I want, I mean, heck, I haven’t even started yet! I don’t have the wheel yet!”

Ha. Ha. ha. Hush you, I can hear you laughing at me.

Yeah. Because clearly, the bug wasn’t hooked yet (or so I kept telling myself). You see, then I went to the MA Sheep and Wool festival, and ran into these people I had somehow managed to miss at NH.
Tsocky and Jennifer

That’s right, the Tsock Tsarina and Jennifer.

Now, let me tell you at this point, I have had like two or three really brief contacts with Tsocky on Ravelry, and I don’t think any with Jennifer. I was (am) a bit infamous among a certain subset (and if you don’t know why, I’m not telling, yes Silver I am still planning that colorway someday), but still I didn’t know these people…

Suddenly, I’m being informed, not asked, informed, that I’m going to Rhinebeck. And encouraged, encouraged! by people I’ve hardly met, to spin yarn and sell it! What? Guys, hey! I haven’t actually spun anything yet, remember?

But there is no stopping destiny. And so, sure enough, there I was at Rhinebeck. And here I am now.

So, how did I get here?

Blame my parents.

~The Gnome

Who needs sleep?

Sorry I’ve been behind, and there’s so little in the shop right now. I’ve been running 12 hour days minimum in lab, including weekends.

Going to try to get some more dyeing done in the evenings, and I am making slow progress on some spinning, but I have to get my little brother’s hat done soon or I’m screwed. I can give Dad a single sock if I have to, ’cause he’s around. But I don’t want to have to give Matt a hat IOU and then mail it.

That said, I have gotten a little done.

Finally finished the last of the wait list for Sweeney Todd
Sweeney ToddCoiled Sweeney

Dyed this, which needs a name. Right now in the running is “Gold Rush” but I’m not sure. Also suggested was “Grits.”

Been playing with some hand carding. Not sure if it will pan out, but it’s an interesting thing to play with. It’s not very practical for packing, if nothing else.

And yes, I have been spinning a little. This is a thread of noiled silk that will become (hopefully laceweight, maybe light fingering) Cernunnos, a mythic yarn, after several several trips to the dye pot.
Cernunnos Thread

And that’s about all that’s new right now. Working on a fiber reactive dye post, but not there yet. Going to be dyeing up some of that lovely cashmere/merino/nylon (which is what that batt is made of above).

For now, back to my ridiculously uncooperative yeast, and my exhaustion. Whee! I really need to shave.

~The Gnome


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~The Gnome