Well, there we go. I'm every bit as terrified that I haven't made enough stock as I am that none of it will sell at all, so we're par for the course.

Oh dear gods, it's 2 in the morning. Sleeeeeeeep...
I'M DONE, I'M DONE, I'M DONE, I'M DONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

9.5 miles of yarn, all in skeins I can dye and sell.

I'm REALLY excited about some of the new yarns, too. The Alpaca/silk/merino blend is soooo drapey, and the 500+ yard skeins of super soft, squishy merino singles are going to be PERFECT for felted bags. In fact, I'm thinking of either trying to come up with a nice pattern myself, or holding a contest to design one.

19.7 pounds, 9.5 miles, and it's all sitting in a box in my dining room.

HOORAY!
...I will buy an electric skeinwinder. Because now that I have to wind -9.5 miles- of yarn by hand, it seems like a lot more to do than when it was just 19.7 pounds.

Ow. No wonder my arm hurts. Ah well! Back to the salt mines.
Oh dear.

I went on a bit of a retail therapy jag today, and bought some amazing yarn from Laughing Rat Studio. Yesterday was the ephemera CDs from Lunagirl. I'm on an etsy kick, supporting other artists with the money I've made from my fiber.

There was also some superwash merino/tencel blend roving from Abby, and the Sargasso silk that I just couldn't resist. Abby dyes -crack-. Soon her fiber will have to come with a small spoon and a tourniquet. (Perhaps comparing something I dearly love drooling over to heroine isn't the most flattering thing I could do...but I shall ponder this another day.)
It rocks.

Laughing Rat Studio
LunaGirl
Franquenmont Fibers
Yesterday, someone on a knitting community I'm a part of posted about a bad experience at a LYS. She politely refrained from giving the name of the shop in her original post. Someone else jumped into the fray to talk about how annoying "crafters" are.

Now look, I'm not going to claim that there aren't some DAMN annoying crafters out there. Personality is one thing. People who walk into a store with the idea of selling their handspun (single skeins, no more than 60 yds a piece, I'm sure) are probably very annoying to the owners/etc. I will admit to feeling much the same way about the spinners I see pop up from time to time who go from "I just got my first drop spindle!" to "How much should I sell my 38 yards of merino rope for?" in the course of about two days. (No dig to novelty yarn spinners. I've seen some damn cool stuff out there.) You know nothing about your craft, nothing about spinning a balanced or -durable- yarn, and I'm sorry, you shouldn't be selling yarn that you don't know for SURE is usable. I feel the same way about dyed roving. I don't sell felted roving, and I make damn sure that everything I post for sale is something I know is a quality product, ready for use.

On the other hand, the snippy little holier-than-thou attitude about "crafters" gave me pause. Excuse me? You work in a fucking YARN STORE. Who did you think you were going to be dealing with, but crafters? This is exactly why I hated going into a particular LYS on the weekends, because the woman behind the register couldn't say a damn word to anyone without being condescending. It -is- possible to impart knowledge without looking down on someone. (I say, as I snark about someone...)

We are ALL crafters. If you are creating something with a use from raw materials, explain to me how you -aren't- a craftsperson. I stopped reading the blog of a woman who drew a distinction between her handspun and that of "crafters", because SHE was an ARTIST. Well, I paint with dye, and I put my heart and soul into the things I spin and card and dye, and at the end of the day what make it satisfying to me is that I've done something with my hands, I've created something that I feel is a good example of my craft.

I am damn proud to be a craftswoman.

Bragging!

Oct. 22nd, 2006 09:43 am
My yarn was used in an award-winning item!  I would have to bow to [livejournal.com profile] bibliovixen here, as it was her amazing knitting and pattern skills that won the award, but I am so stoked that my yarn was a part of her success! 

(I did the dyeing, and the spinning.)
The mouse and I need to come to an understanding.  It needs to understand that it can't eat my kitchen rug anymore, and I need to understand that I'm going to have to Do Something more than set one humane trap to remove it from my house. 

I'm all for the humane trap and release, but if the fucker touches my Koigu sock yarn, it's guillotine time.
This morning is the great "peacock" experiment with my dyes.  I've got three pots in the kitchen cooling right now, and from there I'll pick the colour that goes best with my beloved Twisted Sisters Petite Voodoo. 

We have:

1 part turquoise, 2 parts teal
Equal parts turquoise and teal
2 parts turquoise, 1 part teal

And three tiny skeins of merino/silk blend yarn stewing in the pots.  If I ever find my camera, I might post pictures of the skeins and the original Iris yarn and take a poll.
I have now spent the majority of my day trying to wind on a single skein of silk yarn. During the course of this, it became two skeins, and is now one ball and a GIANT FRELLING KNOT.

I would very much like to scream. I will have my swift by next weekend, for which I'm eternally grateful, but in the meantime, I have to pick out a thousand loops that SHOULDN'T BE THERE and fight not to scream.

Clearly, a beloved hobby is NOT soothing me today.
In honour of Discoverer's Day, I have sallied forth to the last undiscovered yarn shop within lunch hour driving distance, Aylin's Woolgatherer.

No yarn shop is bad. Except the "yarn" section at my local Total Crafts. I can feel absolutely certain that no moths ever came home with me from that store, because they don't sell a single natural fiber. In fact, they sell -discount brand fun fur-. I'm sure you can imagine. That shit is so nasty that even the Red Heart Grannies flinch when they touch it. But I digress.

Aylin's is emphatically NOT Total Crafts. For a small shop it's very well stocked, without being cluttered to the point that you can't find anything. They have a good selection of patterns, and an entire ROOM of sale yarn. The customer service was friendly and helpful without hovering, and I had a wonderful conversation with the woman who checked me out while she was coveting and petting my yarn. (More on that later.)

The downsides- There wasn't a clear price sign on anything. Some yarn had little signs to tell me how much it was, some didn't. Individual skeins weren't priced, which is actually my preference (I've been utterly spoiled by my first yarn store.), and only about half of the clearance yarn was actually marked with any indication of where it fell in the 25 to 50% off range. This led to the return of three balls of lovely angora yarn, but much squee over the discovery of some discontinued Crystal Palace Georgia baby cotton (I'll be using it for this hat) that was actually marked and about $2 a ball. YAY!

Their needle selection isn't the best, though if you like metal, you'll be all set. They had only 4 sizes, all 8 inch sets, of Brittany Birch dpns, and none of them were the size I needed. Annoyance. Oh well.

I wandered around for a bit, startled and affronted by the lack of any copies of either of the Yarn Harlot's books, but impressed by their pattern section and their range of imported yarn.

And then, next to the cash register, I feel victim to my favourite of the 7 deadlies, LUST.

The Twisted Sisters, authors of my favourite sock book ever that's really about creating colourways and spinning, have a line of yarn. I've never seen this yarn before. I've never touched it before. I know this, because never before have I been so overcome with immediate and unconquerable lust for a colour. Thus, I now own two skeins of Petite Voodoo, in Iris, which is also my favourite flower. It's absolutely -stunning- in person, more rich and exotic than the flower. It makes me a little weak to think of it, honestly. Indeed, I'm quite lucky that there were only the two skeins in that colour. (This is the lie I'm telling myself to make sure I don't cry over only having 380 yards to play with at the moment. Isn't the lie -pretty-?)

I was a little afraid that the lady ringing me out wasn't going to let me have it. She showed me their pattern books, in what I suspect was a clever attempt to distract me from the precious the yarn while she exchanged it for something less splendid. Despite my ferret tendencies, I prevailed, and the yarn, tucked safely to my bosom into the bag, departed the store with me. I now declare it yarn art, and intend to find a bowl somewhere that cries out to be filled with the single most stunning yarn I've ever seen.

It was even on sale. If, by on sale, you mean that I paid cash, and nobody but me will ever know how much I spent.
Because you knew I'd find some.

La Droguerie (Link is to someone else's blog, because their site is under construction, and, you guessed it, in French.)- they also sell silk ribbons and buttons and beads, and are a block away from a row of kitchen speciality stores. I think [livejournal.com profile] marigot, [livejournal.com profile] interminable, and I will be in heaven.

So...who wants Parisian yarn?

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