Some of you may notice something odd about this entry: there's a lot of blue in it. I'm as surprised as you are, believe me.
It all started at Spa, when I duked it out with Jackie over one of Amy Boogie's project bags. I shocked myself by actually being interested (some might say more than interested) in a bag of blue roving. It didn't hurt that this particular shade of roving reminded me of the sky in Puerto Rico (see picture in previous entry, if you have any doubt).
The minute I finished spinning up the Grafton Fibers batts I bought last year at Spa (finally!!!), I started on this bag and by the time I left on Sunday, I'd spun up two bumps.
(not spun well, as you can see, but that's another story).
Now, I'm a long-time blue hater. Years ago, I had a roommate in my house who asked me to paint her room THREE different shades of blue, and I have long been proud of the fact that I was a good enough friend to actually do it (it was hideous, can I tell you? Hideous.)
But this particular shade of blue spoke to me, and I've decided to embrace the blue. Be the blue. Feel the blue. New year, new color.
I also realized that spinning has been on the back burner in favor of knitting for WAY too long. I just wish I had realized this sooner. I am devoted to spinning this bag of fiber, to the detriment of the other, oh, two heaping bags of fiber in my house.
It was one big therapeutic weekend, from spinning all day to chatting with my bunkies Carole and Blogless Sharon, and waiting an hour and a half for lunch with Marcy, Laurie and Blogless Manise, and drinking way too many margaritas with our dinner party of fifteen. Nothing beats a weekend with your fiber friends!
Then, when I got home, I had a burning need to know how my Grafton Fibers stripey yarn would knit up, so I started a Clapotis. Yes, I am the last knitter on earth...
The yarn's a little too heavy and tightly spun to be ideal for this project, but I love how the stripes have played out. All in all, striping the two similar batts was a very successful experiment and one I'd gladly do again. I even like the colors now.
Does anyone know whether your sense of color changes as you get older? 'Cause this blue thing is freaking me out a little.