In praise of blue bags

There’s nothing quite like a blue bag in the hands of the postman to start a day off well. Generally a blue bag signals the arrival of yarn or roving, but not today. Today’s blue bag held warp thread from Texere. In a fit of madness the other day I ordered up some warp, with absolutely no idea of what I should be getting. I just ordered a selection of three, with variation in weight, colour and fibre. I have cotton and linen warp, in white and ecru – from fine to somewhat heavy (rugs, anybody?)

I don’t suppose it matters what warp I have – it’s all for the experimentation phase, while I find out just what it is that I fancy weaving in the future. It will all come in useful… for something… if only for tying up the honeysuckle!

The Jumbo Flyer is drying from a second application of Danish Oil. We shall wax it next and then assemble it. After that we might have a go at warping up SpinningGill’s little loom -  and have a first go at weaving something if we can figure out how to go about it. I am not on cooking duty today (Mr L is making a Laksa) and so will have some free time in which to play a little.

Feeling a little sad that today’s blue bag will  be the last for a very long time. Purchasing the loom will clean out the coffers, with little chance of further augmentation. We are looking at a long period of generic fleece adventures, I think. But that’s fine; I have drum carder and wheel and dye and loom and needles now. There is much that might be done. I shall enjoy creating from scratch. Even if I do miss the instant gratification of the little blue bag.

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It’s a reasonable day today and thus we have the back doors standing open. This means that Chloé can come and go as she pleases (she refuses to use the cat flaps and expects us to give her ingress and egress via the sitting room window). We were taking a coffee break in between sorting out the van, when we heard a strange Chloé-type noise. I did not like it. I wondered if she hadContinue readingThanks!

Petunias always make me think of Dinghies

Petunias always make me think of Dinghies

It has been a busy day, not much time for anything. We walked the dog this morning but I took no photographs until I decided to take a few potshots in the village on our way back.

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