Ah, to be Single & Orange


172 yd/1 1/2 oz Gulf Coast Native Singles – Coreopsis

The dyed locks from last summer ran out, but gave up a nice soft singles yarn. I’d like to ply it, and the choice I have is between waiting for coreopsis to bloom and dyeing more, or plying with a different color. This time, I’m opting to wait for flowers. I’m hankering for solid colors.

Today, our fiddle band played for the opening day of Morningside’s Farm & Forest Festival. Many many elementary school kids were let out of jail and brought to the farm to enjoy a day of earthiness. They made rope, watched a blacksmith, a tanner, and a banjo maker, they ate kettle corn and roasted corn, they saw a “cracker” barnyard and an heirloom garden, they touched tanned pelts, and they sat on benches and sang along with the Flying Turtles String Band. We return on Saturday with our sheep and my baskets of plant dyed yarns. Our gals, Holly and Sally, will get their very first shearing. We are very excited! Holly and Sally…well…not too much.


Naturals in Demand


This morning, we were still up in the air about the Farm & Forest Festival coming up this weekend. We knew we were scheduled to play music on Thursday, but we didn’t know what we were going to do with Holly & Sally. The shearer is coming from Alabama, and he will be shearing on Saturday. We are scheduled to be playing at Barberville on Saturday night and on Sunday. It was suggested that we drop the sheep off Friday, and just leave them. No. Nope. Uh uh.

So….after mucho deliberation and a nice conversation with the Morningside gang…we know what we will be doing with the girls. They will get a ride to Morningside early Saturday morning. (Early because the Farm & Forest Festival is about a less mechanized time…no modern stuff is allowed on the farm during the festival.) Joel will shear them in the afternoon. We will take them home. We will drive to Barberville. Ta da.

Oh ha! But…one more thing. Yes…about my natural dyeing. Ahhhh, yes…I guess we did have a conversation about that last year. Oh boy. Well, I dug through my baskets and found some yarns. Some started. Some finished. Some dyed locks. Yay! Coreopsis locks! YAY!

I cabled some goldenrod yarn, reskeined the pokeberry and the marigold, and carded into roving some of the coreopsis locks. I’ve just started spinning that roving. I can’t take my Fricke to the festival, because it looks like something out of the Jetsons. But I can take yarn.


This is Gulf Coast on the bobbin. I have about 50 g of dyed locks. I’ll spin a little 2-ply.

Also, since the Virginia Creeper is going gangbusters…I’m going to be dyeing after dinner. I have Gulf Coast, Corrie/Mohair, and Border Leicester soaking in the bathroom sink. Tune in tomorrow…

Singles – Cotton – Sally


L-R Cotton Seedlings, Newborn BL Singles, Sally Hogan – GC Yearling

Does this photo really need commentary? I took this morning’s singles out in the sun for a portrait, thinking, “Heck, those cottons would be nice as a backdrop,” when along came Sally to see if I happened to have a corncob in my hand. I did not, but she remained interested. Here she is, taking in the photo shoot, probably thinking, “I know there’s a corncob over there, somewhere.”

Oh…these are the last singles I need for my top secret emergency project…which I will have great fun posting later on down the line.

Sunday Morning String


















50 g 192 yd Border Leicester Singles

What beautiful wool! This came from Eliza the Sheep who lives at Pheasantfield Farm in Maryland. Spun on the Fricke, the yarn is about 13wpi, sometimes a bit less. I am spinning 100 g for a colorwork project. This is the first half.

Back to the Border


50 g of Border Leicester Roving/50 g of Locks

I had an emergency request for a knit for which I need 100 g of fine BL singles. Soooo, this morning, I weighed out 50 g, carded and pulled it into roving, and weighed out 50 g more. Artie, the Muse, decided (right after this pic was snapped) that the ol’ fuzz box would make a fine bed. I caught her kneading away, purring to high heaven. Knowing just how fast Artie can make felt, I lifted her out and asked her to please find another fuzzy thing to knead. I closed the box and put it on the table in my studio. A while later, I walked back into the room, and there was Artie, lying on the box, one paw draped over the edge…with a “MINE” face on.


25 g of BL on Bobbin

I finally dared to interrupt her proprietary dreams, and set about spinning the yarn I need. Here is the first 25 g.

Four Oz of a Sweater


This skein was finished early this morning, washed and hung on the porch in the day’s first sun and breeze. Spinning from the locks, the variegated color of the locks is apparent. When I started spinning this run, I was carding the fiber, which blended the color. Opting for a less consistent looking yarn, I stayed with spinning from the locks, opening them with my fingers as I went along.