Review of book: Spinning in the Old Way

I read Spinning in the Old Way by Priscilla A. Gibson-Roberts from front to back in two days. I might have finished it in one day if it hadn’t arrived in the late afternoon.

From Spinning

This book is filled with information on spinning tools, fiber types, fiber preparation, spinning techniques, drawing, drafting, woolen yarn, worsted yarn, plying, storage, etc. The parts I found the most helpful to me were the chapters on plying and drawing. Most spinning books quickly mention plying and then move on to other topics. Gibson-Roberts took the time to explain how to ply the yarn and, more importantly, how to make a balanced yarn from two singles that had been resting for a considerable amount of time (since I’m not the fastest spinner in town). The advice was so simple: base the amount of desired twist in the singles and the amount of required ply on a freshly spun length of fiber.

With regards to my anxiety over drawing, the bit of wobbling that I experience in the spindle is normal. All this time, I thought I was doing something wrong on both accounts.

Thus, I happily recommend this book for beginner and new spindle spinners. I wouldn’t presume to tell an experience spinner what s/he may or may not need.

My only qualm about the book – and I knew this before I purchased the book – is that Gibson-Roberts is biased about top whorls. She firmly believes that a top whorl is the Rolls Royce of spindles. She objectively compares the top whorl against the bottom whorl, listing the positives and negatives of each. Then, she quickly and emphatically dismisses the bottom whorl as inferior. Based upon the two designs she lists in the book, I must agree with her assessment. However, she completely ignores and doesn’t even mention my favorite spindle: a Turkish spindle.

Gibson-Roberts’s list of negatives for the bottom whorl:
1. Slower speed, since you are required to flick the shaft rather than roll the shaft up/down your thigh
2. Yarn must be double secured no matter the design: No Hook Design: once underneath the whorl and again with a half-hitch knot at the top of the shaft or Hook Design: once by barber-poling the yarn up the shaft and again by pulling the yarn through the loop on top

The Turkish spindle eliminates problem #2 unless you made the mistake of buying a Turkish spindle with a hook. There’s no need to be ashamed. My first Turkish spindle was from Ashford and came with a hook. It was my first ‘real’ spindle (the cheap bottom whorl spindle I received in a learn-to-spin kit and promptly threw out doesn’t count). As is often the way with new things, I was excited to spin on it and didn’t mind the extra effort that was required. The yarn had to be barber-poled up the shaft before I could pull it through the hook. I didn’t mind the extra work at all; it was so pretty to see the newly spun yarn wrapping its way up the shaft.

From Spinning

By the 10th time, I was starting to get annoyed. So, I tried omitting the barber-pole technique and just pulling the yarn through the hook. Countless number of times I watched the spindle fall onto the floor, unwinding all my pretty yarn. Stubbornly, I muddled through, but eventually I couldn’t take it anymore and retired the spindle to the task of plying-only.

If you should ever make the same mistake and buy a Turkish spindle with a hook, carefully take the spindle apart. Extract only the shaft and walk it down to your tool bench. Using a saw, cut that silly hook off. Of course, you could always do what I did. Hand the shaft to your husband and ask him to cut the silly hook off. Dan recommends using a good hack saw. It will cut through both the wood and the hook, leaving the majority of the shaft unmarred. Afterwords, you might want to sand the edges with a fine-grade sandpaper.

From Spinning

With the hook gone, all you have to do is pull the yarn up from where it was wound on, make a half hitch knot at the top of the shaft, and continue spinning the fiber. There is no need for barber-poling, wrapping the yarn around the back of the hook, and/or locating any notches.

As far as Problem #1 goes, I don’t see it as a problem at all. I prefer a slow, steady spin rather than a fast spin.

I mentioned this matter to Dan before I purchased the book and again afterwards. Ever the enabler, he encouraged me to buy a top whorl just to see if it didn’t spin any better than my Jenkins.

How could I say no?

I didn’t buy just any top whorl. I didn’t even buy the beloved top whorl: Golding. Thanks to my hatred of hooks, I searched high and low to find a top whorl spindle without a hook. I’m pleased to say I found it.

From Spinning

Dragoncraft sent some lovely roving with my purchase.

From Spinning

Q. Does the top whorl spin any better than my Jenkins?
A. The jury is still out. I haven’t spun anything in the past week. My wrist was so sore from playing the recorder, which I’ve retired and replaced with the pretty tin whistle Dan bought me for my birthday. The soreness is finally gone and I hope to start a new project tonight. I’ll report back with my very unscientific findings.

My Wonderful MIL and an Award

I had just started writing this post up on Friday of last week when my internet connection died. Comcast stopped by this morning to fix everything. It took them close to an hour, but the deed is done. I am ALIVE once again! Woo.

Now, I can finally tell you about the fantastic package my MIL sent to me for my birthday. She apologized for it being late … but when you see what she got me, you’ll see why I didn’t care one iota that it was late. I was just so happy to have received such an amazing present. Really, everybody should have a MIL like mine.

My MIL made both the card and the purse. The card is stamped and then hand-colored. The purse was knitted and felted. You can’t see, because I took a lousy picture of it, but it has really long straps. It’ll be a great purse for going bike riding with.

Next in the package was a pattern book … for aprons!

You see, my MIL reads my blog. She found this book the day after I wrote the post about loving aprons and joining the apron swap. I’ve already picked out my favorite pattern and hope to sew it up soon.

Speaking of my MIL reading my blog, Dan will complain to me sometimes that he can’t tell his mother anything new and interesting about our lives; she knows everything already from my blog. Of course, I just laugh at him.

The best part about the package was the llama fleece.

From Spinning

Oh my gosh, it’s so SOFT. It’s even softer than the alpaca that I have. Wow.
It also has an unusually long staple – compared to the alpaca and romney that I am currently spinning.

From Spinning

Thank you so much, Mom (and Tim too)!

About that award I mentioned in the title, well, Susan from KnittingAlone bestowed a Brilliant Blog Award unto me.

I’m so honored. Thank you!

Since I read so many blogs and it is difficult to just choose 7 blogs to pass this award onto, I will follow in Susan’s footsteps. I will tag the 7 bloggers who recently commented on my blog. In no particular order:

Vicki of Knitting Dragonflies
Loren of Musings at Windyridge
Mandy of Sew Spun
Lisa of Purling Along to Stitch-dom

Nancy of Nancy’s Arts, Crafts and Favorites
Carly of Knitting and Sewing and all forms of Procrastination
Nan of Nannybird’s Crafts

Tomatoes before the Storm

Hanna rolled through this weekend. Weathermen were forecasting strong winds. I wasn’t about to lose any of my tomato crop to it. So, I picked everything that was even remotely close to being ripe.

What bliss!

From My Cooking

I spent all day Saturday cooking and canning the tomatoes. I finally turned in at 1 am the next morning.

The round tomatoes from my Big Boy plant were either roasted or made into salsa.

The roasted tomato recipe was borrowed from Smitten Kitchen.

The salsa recipe was taken from one of my cookbooks: Southwestern Cookingby Jo Richardson. I altered it ever so slightly to accommodate Dan’s and my quirks. You see, he doesn’t like raw tomatoes (I keep telling him that he is living in the wrong house) and I don’t like raw onions (they taste so much better sauteed in butter).

Salsa Recipe:
8 fresh tomatoes (medium sized), diced
1 small onion, finely chopped
1 jalapeno, finely chopped and seeded (or leave a few of the seeds in for more heat)
1 tbsp olive oil (it goes better with tomatoes than butter)
red wine vinegar, a splash or to taste
pepper and salt to taste

Heat the olive oil on medium heat. Cook the onions and jalapenos until tender but not brown. Add the tomatoes and cook until the desired consistency is obtained. Add vinegar, pepper and salt to taste. Let cool. Serve immediately or refrigerate.

Warning: Please wear gloves when cutting the jalepeno. If you forget, you might think that you are stuck inside the Dune movie. Like Paul, you will be forced to insert your hand into the box. Your hand will start to tingle and then slowly heat up. Soon, it will feel like it is on fire.
I spent a good hour dunking my hand in ice cold water. As soon as I pulled my hand out, it felt like it was on fire again. I got desperate. Surely, there had to be some old wives’ tales about how to cure the burn.
The answer, if you should ever find yourself in the same predicament, is vinegar.
Soak your hand in vinegar for a half an hour. It will continue to burn. Keep it in the bowl of vinegar for the entire time. Then, wash your hands with Dove or another dish washing liquid. Sweet relief.

Back to the story of the tomatoes: The rest of the tomatoes were from my 5 Roma plants. After boiling them for about 30 seconds, I peeled, cored, and diced every last one. Afterwords, I separated them into quart jars, filling them almost full, but not quite. I then poured boiling hot water over the tomatoes, leaving a 1/2 inch head-space. Finally, the jars were boiled for 45 minutes.

My arm left arm was so sore the next morning from holding and turning all the tomatoes. It was worth it though. I ended up with 4 quarts of canned tomatoes.

From My Cooking

Bagging It

From Spinning

These aren’t for my or Dan’s lunches. I bought them for my yarn collection.

In her Spin It book, Lee Raven gives a tip on how to store yarn. She recommends “storing wool … in paper bags that are taped shut [since moth’s] larvae don’t eat the cellulose of paper bags.”

I thought that was an excellent suggestion. Since today was only moderately hot and not ‘I’m Melting! I’m Melting!’ hot, I tooled on my bike up to the local grocery store. I purchased 100 bags for about a buck fifty. (Gosh, I wish all organizational tools were equally cheap and available.)

From Spinning

I have 98 bags left. I think I’ll be set for the next 10 years.

My only complaint about the brown lunch bags is that they don’t have a little window in which I can peak inside and see the yarn. Fooey.

Speaking of bags, I don’t think I ever showed you my new bag.

It’s handmade from The Julian Bag Lady specifically for knitters. It has several narrow pockets in which I can jam my straight needles or other tools into. The inner compartment has a zipper closure, allowing me to lug it around as my everyday purse and be able to secure my wallet and other essentials inside. I just LOVE it.

Doubts on Handspinning

I spin in the worsted manner. Mainly because I don’t know how to spin in the woolen manner. I’m not even sure I understand the difference.

My latest handspun:

The specs:
Spun from Shetland pencil roving
Spun on my Jenkins Turkish spindle
Singles spun in lace weight (though not at first – I got better as I went along) and plied together
Each yarn cake weighs 1 ounce
Left cake is 35 yards
Right cake is 66 yards (This is the yarn I am happiest with).

By the way, does anybody have any advice on how I can label the yarn I spin up? Right now, I am using Ravelry’s stash tool in order to remember the yardage on each skein and what it was spun from. I would love to pick up a skein of yarn and know instantly what it is.

Back to my spinning rant: I spin slowly, inching my way along. Though I was starting to pick up speed with the Shetland pencil roving, I’m back at the starting line with the alpaca locks I am currently working on.

I do little to no preparation work on the alpaca locks. All I do is tease the locks open and lay them neatly in a row on a table next to my spinning chair. I haven’t even washed the locks, but I plan to next time around. My hands get so filthy during the spinning process.

The gorgeous green mohair roving is from WhorlingTides. I am using her hand-dyed mohair as a set of training wheels, so to speak, in my attempt to learn how to spin alpaca from the locks. I tried spinning the locks on their own, but I became so frustrated. They were slippery and had more desire to fly away than be spun into yarn. The mohair is acting as a sticky tape, for lack of a better analogy.

I read a lot of forums and emails from other spinners about how quickly they can chew through 4 ounces of roving. I have been working slowly and steadily on my mohair/alpaca yarn for about two weeks now and I think I am going to be lucky to get 5 yards out of it. I must be doing something wrong.

I’ve tried to follow the common advice of “Just Relax and Let Go”, but then I don’t get the consistent weight that I want. Right now, it is more important to me that I am consistent and that I enjoy what I am doing. (I often catch myself smiling down at my spindle full of yarn). I can only hope that the speed will come.

I am determined to get better. My wonderful MIL called me yesterday to tell me about the fabulous birthday present she found for me: fleece. Not just any fleece: llama. OMG, I can’t wait to touch it, smell it, bury my face in it, and then eventualy spin it.

Jake has been a wonderful support to me during my hours of spinning, especially when I become frustrated.

He lays right in front of my spinning chair.

PS. Poor Jake woke up sick this morning. He spent a good hour spitting up all over the green carpet. (I knew there was a reason I hadn’t pulled up the green carpet yet.) I have no idea what was wrong. Thankfully, he’s feeling better now, but sleepy.

Buttons, Brooches, and Pillowcases

I received a lovely package in the mail yesterday from Jo. Take a look!

Two handmade Flower Brooches
One handmade Button Bracelet
One Fat Quarter of fabric with small navy blue flowers
One shimmery card

Many months ago, I had won a prize on Jo’s blog: Blissed Out. The prize was to be 2 flower brooches. Unfortunately, they were lost in the mail. Since I am an avid blog reader of hers, I knew her wedding was coming up on top of juggling a million other things. I was determined not to say a word. Well, as my luck would have it, the silence gave me away. Jo sent me a note asking why she hadn’t heard from me about the brooches she sent. So I confessed that I never received them. Then, I made a pitiful attempt to assure her that she didn’t need to send me any more brooches. The thought was sweet and I enjoyed participating in the contest. Jo wouldn’t hear of such nonsense. She was determined that I would receive my very own flower brooch and that I would like them.

And like them, I do! Thank you, Jo!

Ooh, I almost forgot to show you the best part of the package.

Buttons!

Of course, receiving such pretty sewing notions in the mail, I was inspired to sew this morning.

Just yesterday, I had seen a sewing machine cover on Alli’s blog during the 10 cent tour of her craft room.  It was made from an old pillowcase. I just happened to have an old pillowcase laying in the pile for Goodwill. (Actually, it’s the pile for Purple Heart, but old habits die hard).

The pillowcase was made by me from an old nightgown, but it never really fit my pillow. It was too short. I had just purchased a new pillowcase and decided it was finally time to get rid of the nightgown-pillowcase.

Or was it?

You may notice that it doesn’t fit exactly, since it is a bit too narrow for the bottom edge of my sewing machine. Maybe one day, I’ll make a cover that fits perfectly. Until then, it will work fine for my purposes, saving me from dusting.

Box Cutters and Corn, but not together

I’ve made cards from old encyclopedias, photos, cardboard boxes and fancy wrapping paper. None are as much fun as buying a trinket from the dollar store and using a box cutter to hack it up into little pieces.

My latest dollar store find was a stack of party-themed paper plates.

I cut out the balloons with my trusty box cutter.

I suppose you could use very sharp scissors, but that would ruin half the fun. It’s like using your food processor to mash up some graham crackers for a cheesecake crust; it’s much more fun to smash them with your fists or a meat tenderizer.

I then just used some glue to adhere the balloons to cards purchased from Michael’s.

Speaking of food, the local farmers are finally harvesting their crop of corn. Oh, how I love corn on the cob. I always buy way too much and freeze what we don’t use.

Growing up, we always ate corn from the local farm nearby. I still remember how every year in late summer, my father would drive up with the entire back of the station wagon filled to the ceiling with corn on the cob. My sister and I were tasked with the job of shucking all the corn. It was an all day job.

Because I’ve been spoiled my entire life, I won’t eat corn from the can. It’s not the same.

Christmas Came and Went

It was a whirlwind of a Christmas. The tree went up and came down all in 1 day.

It was a bit of a ho-hum Christmas, since there were no presents to unwrap. Poor Jake wasn’t even allowed to supervise the photo taking, since he had tried to help with the show-and-tell of the skirt by walking over the outside sections to sit in the center.

Despite the minor complaints which include the suffocating heat of the attic where the tree is kept, it was a great day. I just wanted to shout from the rooftop that I had finished the tree skirt before the real Christmas will arrive.

Alas, I miss the tree already. It made me sad to have to fold the skirt up and store it away in the cedar closet. I just love Christmas.

For those interested, the pattern for the tree skirt is in the hands of a tech editor. It will be self-published in late September.

And on a personal note: Dan was in a fender bender on Friday. He’s fine. No bumps or bruises. He was a bit shaken up a few hours after the accident when reality sunk in, but he was in better spirits by Saturday. The car, however, is in the body shop. The bumper was almost completely torn off. To relay the entire story, Dan was pulling out from the side of the street where he had parked his car and into the lane of traffic. He looked both ways and didn’t see anybody within range, so he pulled out. Next thing he knew, he had hit a car. A gentleman who had seen the whole thing unfold ran over to Dan to inform him that the other car had run the stop sign, which accounted for why he came out of nowhere.

Great Ending to Summer of Love and an Heirloom

I received my 3rd and final package for the Summer of Love swap.

Details:
100 More Afghan Squares to Knit book
Vogue Knitting magazine
Honey Bee pouch
Earrings
Birthday cake measuring tape (Isn’t it the cutest?)
Silkroad Aran Tweed by Jo Sharp
Evolution by Chameleon Colorworks

Close up pics of the yarn:


 
The best part about this package isn’t the yarn or the cute measuring tape. The best part is that the package didn’t come in the mail. It was hand delivered by my swap partner – to be known henceforth as Tamsie. Isn’t Tamsie a better name than Piney? I think so too even though I am partial to trees.

Tamsie was in town for the Philadelphia Folk Festival, so we had lunch together at the Brick House on High Street. It was wonderful to finally meet the person behind all the lovely packages. She was even nice enough to haul my package back to my house, since there was no way it was all going to fit in my little bike pouch. So, even Jake got to meet Tamsie. He wasn’t even the slightest bit disappointed that she didn’t have a bone to give him. You see, he has all the delivery men trained in town from the mailmen to the UPS guy. They all know to bring Jake a little bone when they stop by.

Thank you, Tamsie!

The very next day after meeting Tamsie, my neighbor bestowed one of her family heirlooms to me. Let me back up and tell you the whole story. About a week ago, I found a thread rack in Walmart of all places. I was ecstatic. I bought it immediately. I had coveted a thread rack ever since I saw it on Flossie Teacake’s blog. Well, of course, I had to dash over and tell my neighbor about it. Imagine my surprise when she announced that her husband had made her a thread rack many years ago. It was downstairs in her basement. So, we trekked down into her basement. It wasn’t a thread rack. It was a complete sewing cabinet. She asked me to take it. I politely refused. Her husband had made it. It should go to one of her daughters or her grandchildren. She insisted her daughters didn’t want it and her grandchildren were all boys. It wasn’t being used except by the house spiders. She wanted it to go to somebody who would appreciate it. We agreed to think about it for a few days.

A few days later, I took cookies over to her. She asked me again to take the cabinet. I willingly agreed.

The lid does fold open to provide a longer working surface. However, the sewing machine as well as the mechanism to support the machine was removed leaving a gaping hole. So for now, it will remain folded up.

The thread rack which started the whole journey:

Dreaming of a Green Christmas

I love a white Christmas as much as anybody, but it’s the middle of August. So, a green Christmas it will be.

Which is to say – in one of my favorite Southern sayings – I am spitting distance from being done.

I finished sewing on the last of the buttons this morning. There are only a few more embellishments left to attach to the Christmas tree skirt.

The back side of the tree skirt:

Left to do:
Finish knitting the last i-cord.

Sew the i-cord in place.
Sew 8 felted stars inside of the i-cord bow.
Sew 6 star beads in place. (OK, so I cheated in the first picture. Those gold stars are just resting on the tree skirt. Sue me.)

If you’re in town next week, stop by. I’ll be decking a Christmas tree. I think Dan is more excited than I am.