I'm trying out a new fiber blending tool, the hackle, graciously loaned by my friend, Janet. With its sharp tines, it is every bit as scary-looking as my other "torture device" fiber tools. Beginning with some indigo-dyed wool, I lashed some on the tines, filling across with a layer. Next, I lashed on some slippery, white silk. Then, some purple-dyed alpaca I've had for years, from West Valley Alpacas in Esparto, California. I repeated the layers twice more and then used a diz to take the blended fibers off the hackle, making a lovely roving. It spins up beautifully and is making a river of color on the bobbin of my Schacht wheel. Great process! And I thought I didn't need any more fiber tools...
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Typically, the sight of a Super Moon would be cause for me to celebrate and enjoy. However, the bright light from this moon has convinced the sheep for the past five days that at 3:30 a.m. it is dawn and time to be fed. Although I've quite adjusted to a farmer's hours, that's just a tad early for me. How can I resist these faces, though? The weather report keeps vaguely promising some rainfall, which we NEED. While we wait, though, I've been cultivating my patience by watching extraordinary clouds. From time to time, we have intimate visits from feathery friends. Lots of wild turkeys, and some unusual sitings as well... Blackjack seemed to be protecting this fledgling jay. "Can I keep him?" |
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