Hi! I'm back with some crochet goodness to share with you.
This I'm proud of and I'll show you why
It started out like this, a pretty little bundle of wool and silk.
This is hand dyed, Fleece Artist.
It sounds corny, when you tell someone that the fibre tells you what it wants to be. Not that it told me it wanted to be a skinny crochet scarf, but, that it wanted to be spun to a certain diameter.
It was exciting to spin, seeing the colour changes, hitting that little bit of blue.
I took my spindle to the coffee shop every morning for a week or so. I may have spun, waiting for a bus here and there. OK, I may have spun on the bus once or twice, when it wasn't crowded. When the bus is crowded, I knit. or crochet. never sew.
Oooh, look, one full cop! I slide that cop onto a fat straw, which just fit on the end of the spindle. The fat straw was a good excuse to stop at Duffin's Doughnuts, who by the way have a really good chorizo/egg breakfast sandwich. (for you Vancouverites)
You see, I needed my spindle empty to fill it a second time, so I could move onto step #2. Plying! (I put the straw filled cops, onto my lazy kate) I plied using the same spindle too.
Yay me! Then on to the niddy noddy, and a little soak.
Look! So beautiful! I'm not tooting my horn.
And here comes the next transformation!