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Olio: a miscellaneous collection of things.
Now that the silk is spun, plyed, and ready to knit, I have returned to spinning Priscilla. She is a Leicester Longwool sheep that belongs to a friend, owner of Sunrise Valley Farm, raised locally. I stumbled upon her delightful wool at our Farmers Market one Saturday morning. I purchased a small bag of 8 ounces of the roving and fell in love. At the time I didn’t know it came from Priscilla, but after I bought the second 8 ounces, I was told and I asked for more. I have spun many ounces, dyed some with Annatto seed and with Country Classics wool dye.
The yellow gold and the lavender are some of what I dyed and the white is the natural roving. Initially, my plan was to knit a Fair Isle pull over sweater to wear on a ski trip to Colorado this winter. Those plans have had to be aborted and the yoke of the sweater was so heavy that the yarn was pulled out, rewound, and is now being worked into a Fibonacci Infinity Scarf instead. You see the beginning of it in the photo above and more of it below.
I am working the third sequence at this point and will switch to lavender and natural at the end of this sequence. I am much more likely to wear the scarf than a very heavy sweater.
That said, I have enough of Priscilla to still knit a sweater for me, but I will use a different pattern and larger needles to make the fabric lighter and more drapey.
I have hopes that this spring, once the lambs are born, that I may have the opportunity to drive to the farm and see the lambs and perhaps finally meet Priscilla. I was invited last year and never made it over.
Night before last, another friend, a country neighbor that is the lead blacksmith at the Smithfield Plantation House where I sometime get to spin, came over with his wife and he was able to straighten the metal crank part of my antique spinning wheel so that the vertical part of the footman no longer walks off when I treadle it.
It still requires a leather washer, but each repair gets the wheel closer to being a working wheel. The parts that I had to ship to Bobbin Boy have been repaired and are in the mail back to me. I had hoped that they would have arrived today, but not yet. The split in the upright that hold the wheel has been glued and if that doesn’t hold, I will try some lashing near the point where the shaft of the wheel hub rests. The last resort will be to ship that off to Bobbin Boy to have a new piece manufactured by them.
Today is another day of mud and gloom. The prognosticators indicate that it may partially clear off this afternoon, but expect heavy rain on Sunday and Monday. The chicken pen is a muddy mess, the coop not much better. I think a bale of straw is needed in the coop instead of the pine chips I had to use last time I cleaned it, and a heavy layer of spoiled hay around the outside of the coop to try to tame the mud and muck. To walk into the pen is taking your life in your hands right now as it is sloped, slick, and soft enough to suck your boots clean off. Most of the spoiled hay that was put down after the snow has been scratched into the mud.
No more mice have been caught in the car fortunately, but with the wet warm weather, they are trying to get into the house now. The utility room trap has been busy of late. This morning, after dropping granddaughter off at preschool, I stopped to get the oil changed in my old lady. I’m really trying to keep her going over 200,000 miles and we are getting close to that. She will be a dozen years old in a couple of months. The mini lube place that I took her always try to sell you more services and when the guy brought the cabin filter in for me to see, it was truly fowled between the dusty road and driveway (when we aren’t in monsoon season) and the contributions from the mouse that I caught earlier in the week in the car. They did vacuum the cab and remove the last remnants of the little mouse’s nest that I had removed prior to setting the trap.
The young Buffy roo is testing his voice. I don’t name the hens, but I do name the king of the coop. He is replaced each year or so as his spurs get long and dangerous and he gets more aggressive. There is always a new cockerel out of the hatchlings that can be put in with the girls after breeding season, and the old tough guy goes to the stew pot at son’s house. We have had B’rooster, Cogburn, and a couple others. This guy is Mr. Croak. Maybe his voice will mature, but now he sounds like an adolescent male whose voice cracks. He is about 7 months old, beginning to show spurs, has a nice plume of a tail and a funny voice.