After yarn is spun and plyed, it has to have the twist set. With the Spinzilla competition, the yarn is measured before the twist is set and it was labelled with fiber type, yarn weight, and yardage and piled in a huge canvas bag. Since Spinzilla, a couple more skeins have joined the bag. Some of the yarn is designated for my use, some will be re-labelled and put in my shop for sale and taken to the two Holiday Market events at the Blacksburg Farmers’ Market along with the hats, mitts, soap, balms, and salves.
The canvas bag is generally the bag I use to take the 6 or more dozen eggs that I sell to friends each Friday morning but it has been unavailable for a few weeks. This morning, with Jim off to an appointment, the grands put on the school bus, daughter and SIL at work, it was time to set the twist on all of the skeins. To do this, the skeined yarn is submerged in a container of warm water. Because I have handled the fiber and it has sat around, the wash pan contained a bit of wool wash too. Some of the dyed yarns bleed a little color, some of the natural yarns aren’t as clean as you would think, sometimes turning the clear wash water the color of tea.
Each pan with a couple of smaller skeins, sits until the submerged yarn is totally saturated, then it is gently squeezed out, placed on a clean towel and rolled to absorb more of the water. Once done, each skein is given a gentle shake and hung to dry.
Twenty three skeins of yarn of varying length hanging to dry. It is a nice sunny day and normally I would put the drying rack on the back deck to dry, but with the deck in partial deconstruct and the deck boards hazardous to walk on, it is sitting on the hearth. It will take a bit longer, but it will dry. The barn kitty inhabits the front porch so I don’t want to try to dry it there.
When I started crocheting in my teens, and knitting when eldest grandson was eminent, I didn’t know much about fiber. I bought what felt good to me and was a color I liked. I shudder to think about some of the stuff I made afghans from. With the pending grandson, I searched for organic wool and cotton, undyed for his soakers, tees, and sweaters. The internet was available and so I wasn’t limited to the local big box stores. There were fewer yarn stores then and I hadn’t fallen into the rabbit hole of fiber artistry, animal raising friends, fiber festivals, etc.
When I took the drop spindle class many years ago, the instructor brought many different types of wool for us to feel and use. Who knew that there were so many choices each with their own characteristics? Unfortunately, that rabbit hole has made me a fiber snob. I have now experienced many different animal fibers and know what I like and what I don’t. The twenty three skeins drying represent Coopworth, Alpaca, Merino, Silk, California Red, Hebridean, Targhee, and Cormo. Some are softer than others. Some with more crimp making them stretchier. Some are dyed, some natural from snowy white to dark almost black brown. I have spun Romney, Pohlworth, Shetland, Mohair, Dorset, flax, camel, and more. I have spun clean prepared tops and roving and spun raw unwashed Alpaca. I have even worked with washing, carding, and spinning raw wool. My spinning started with irregular thick and thin yarn, now it is consistent and fingering to dk weight, fairly fine. I need to practice making thicker yarn again, some projects just need a thicker yarn.
Back to the deck. Eldest son after we took the railing down and stepped through more boards, suggested I block off the door. It already had a small post it note that said not to use the deck due to its hazardous nature, so I used paper painters tape to tape across the half that opens. That didn’t really slow anyone down from going out there. Yesterday, the post it note and the tape came down. Sturdy cotton string was tied from hinge to hinge and a “Stop” sign that says “Whoa” on it was hung.
Soon we will redeck the portion outside of the doors, finish deconstructing the large rotting part and build new steps to the ground. Maybe next summer, I will start on making a patio at the bottom of the steps for my kitchen herb garden and for some flowers.