Third Day of Chilly Weather

There’s something about feeling the cold on your back. I am always flabbergasted at the accuracy of the calendar. Change of season? Check. Turn on the falling leaves and cool air.

Okay okay. Here we are. The temps and humidity have been too high for this ol’ girl to sit and fuss with fiber. Not full time, anyway. And that’s pretty bad, considering it IS my job. But now, this blast of chill is giving me motivation and cosmic permission to get back to work. Already, my head feels clearer, more awake.

Back to the job at hand, then. Yesterday, I prepped the fiber for a 3-ply fractal Impressionist inspired fall-themed handspun-of-the-month yarn. Yeah. Alright. Well, how about more pictures?

Top photo shows the fiber, carded into one ounce batts, unstripped.

Bottom photo shows the fiber, stripped, separated into one ounce ply piles.


batts, stripped

At long last life

Absent from wordpress since March. Work, life, all that jazz, goes on. RIght now, I’m putting together the naturally dyed selection for October’s Handspun-of-the-Month. The plan? An Impressionist inspired autumn flavored yarn. This is going to be a fractal yarn. 3-ply, Gulf Coast Native lamb and sheep and mohair, in different shades of madder and indigo. The greyish/gold fiber is from a GCNI named Amber, which will be blended with the indigo locks into a batt. Should be a fun spin!


dyed and natural locks for fractal yarn (madder and indigo on GCN, GCNI, and mohair)

Just when you thought it was safe…


Tired, cold, left alone

All the bred ewes lambed. Just fine. Every one of them a popcorn king or queen. Zippity-do-dah! And then, Clara, twin of Bridget, mother of Toby-Joe, quietly gave birth to a little girl yesterday. A stunning little girl. Cream and black, like one of those tender filled licorice candies. Okay. I thought, okay. Clara, who last year refused to let Toby-Joe anywhere near her, seemed to be accepting this new little ladysheep. Cooing to her. Walking her around. Talking to her. Bringing her to the hay with the other lambs, so she could eat her dinner. Last night, I was concerned, but not terribly worried. I hadn’t seen her nurse, but the lamb hadn’t left her side.

This morning, though, she had distanced herself. The lambess was laying down in the middle of the dry lot, shivering, sleeping, alone. We brought her in. I wrapped her in a wooly blanket. Made some colostrum for her. Slow going. She’s taken little more than an ounce so far.

I know that ewes abandon “defective” babies. I know, because I have raised several bottle babies, and a truly strong healthy lamb is the exception. Right now, it’s too soon to tell if this little one will make it. We’re having a chilly day, but if I can get her fed and rested and warmed up, I’ll return her to her maa. And go out there with a ba-ba as often as need be.

Boy o boy. The adventures never stop.

#5 Cat Wars


To the Victor, uh, I mean Mickey, go the Spoils – 6 x 9″ Watercolor/Sticks

Couldn’t get into the studio last night. Henri le chat rouge (the orange guy on the left) was treed again, and he’s delicate, and I could not lock myself up until he was down and in the house, safe and sound. Mickey (the black and white giant big fat monstah Tomcat) is at war with Henri le chat rouge. It is, as it often goes, a one-sided war.

So, I sat in the living room with cats all round, cats on the back of my chair, three in my lap, one who insisted on climbing my leg – pajamas are so clawsome, and I fretted and fretted, pulling drawers out, looking for something to draw on and with. I found an old watercolor block and my ancient Winsor Newton watercolour field box and some watercolor sticks et voila! I had me something to work with without disturbizing the chats. I even had a glass of water. (I have to admit, there is still water in the little field kit water bottle, but it must be 10 years old, so, I was afraid it might have transmogrified into something other than plain old H2O.)

As Mickey was providing us with wholly terror, and Henri was up in the air, I figured…and well…Pinetop was back with Dobie on the porch, but feeling skeered, and layin’ low…well, you can see where my mind went.

Alas. I’m determined to get studio time today. Laaaaaa!

#4 – Two Ewes (in progress)


When they were Lambs – Holly & Sally – Acrylic/Canvas 9 x 12″ (IP)

This is the sketch so far. Just roughed in the girls last night. My hour was spent going through lamb photos trying to pick who would be immortalized. Sheep Butts was a 2014 painting – of Holly and Sally from the rear. Made sense to my tired head to paint them now, face first. This painting is just a study for an oil.

#4 Two Young Ewes

Yep. You can’t see them. True. I have been very very dissatisfied with my nighttime photos, so, I will get a picture tomorrow. I am painting Holly and Sally from an old photo. This is a study for a “sheep faces” painting. I’m painting this one in acrylic. The official one will be in oils. That’s all folks. Oh – and the moon is huge tonight, and thin clouds are racing from the northwest, making every star appear to be moving to the nw, but it’s just an illusion. Kinda gorgeous. The air has that feel to it…you can feel it smell it taste it…you know the way the air feels after a big hard rain? Yes.