Guildy Pleasures

The Dangerous Knitters of San Francisco's Knitting Bridge Guild invited to come and play with them last weekend:

We made Entrelac and Intarsia, and generally got up to no good.  Ariel *may* have had some trouble with her string...Everybody made knitting, and everybody made friends.

And then I got to visit with more California pals:

Carson and I tried on fabulous glasses.

Janine and Karen and I did a little shopping.

And Carson's Beastie Bestie, Lily, took us for walkies through the Castro.

Knitting and friends and sunshine, too.  California pretty much has it all!

Hanging with my Flock

This weekend I'm headed to San Francisco, to play with the knitters of the Bridge Knitting Guild.  What could be better than spending time with my own kind?  We're going to make some Intarsia!  And some Entrelac!  This flock is intrepid; can you tell?  And not just because they decided to spend the day with me, either.

Thrill-seeking knitters, for sure.

Thank you, Gina

Once upon a time, there lived a beautiful Cormo Ewe named Gina.  She gave me her fleece a couple of Springs ago, and I've never been the same since.

Yesterday I finished spinning all my Gina's fleece.  It feels like at the finish of a really good book.  I knew it would be over soon, but I still wasn't really ready.  Now I'm not quite sure what to do with myself.  Not that I have any shortage of projects, you understand; it's quite the opposite.  I'm just a little melancholy that this one is finished.

Of course, it's not as if I don't still have the yarn, though.  There are 2,774 yards of it here.  And naturally, I'm thinking about what I'll knit from it.  But I will miss the spinning.

Good thing I have plans to learn more about Aran knitting...

I can't believe it's mine (all mine!).  How many blissful hours I've spent with it already.  How often I've petted it and squished it and imagined what it might become.  It really is true that spinners who knit get to play with their wool twice. 

Of all God's creatures who give us their best, there must be a very special place in heaven for the sheep.  Gina, especially.