Weather on the Olympic Peninsula is difficult to predict.
Our weekend may be sunlit and glowing, or it may be drizzling and chilly, or it may be crazy windy. No way of knowing. With the possibility of cold weather in mind, my mother offered to weave me a shawl to wear over my dress.
Some of my earliest memories are of my mother spinning, weaving, knitting, and making baskets. Handcrafts were her way of supporting the family while staying home to raise kids, and we grew up playing around her looms and her spinning wheels. She's a full-time professional historian now, so its been a while since she spun or wove... which made her offer all the more poignant. We went to the Weaving Works in the Udistrict, and picked out a bunch of different colors of soft merino fleece. Brought it home, set up our wheels, and went to work.
We've spun about eight skeins of beautiful, soft, brightly colored yarn.
The next step will be warping mom's loom and weaving the shawl.
(keep the volume down, I'm kind of high-pitched. :)
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"The wool wheel is familiar by sight to most of us, though we may not have heard its rythmic whir nor have seen the fine attitudes into which the spinner is thrown by its action.
...It's as near honor to work as anything that was ever done."
Mountain Homespun
Frances Louisa Goodrich
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