I went wandering again today, but not far. I guess everyone knows by now that I love to visit Long Beach, on Little Peconic Bay near Sag Harbor (it has another, more official name, but Long Beach is just what it is). Ever since I moved here in 1993, this place has been a kind of touchstone for me. It was windy today — loud and blustery, not cold but brisk. I got a good dose of it.
I’m still working away on my cardigan, but who wants to see a lumpy pile of yarn covered with a halo of cat hair? Sometimes I wonder why Annabelle isn’t bald. To break it up a little, and because monogamous knitting is not something I can manage to maintain (forgive me, members of the Yarn Church), I began a new pair of socks. This is Ann Budd’s lovely Celebrate Spring pattern, in Sundara’s sock yarn, Sage over Butter.
The Knitter’s Book of Wool Woolalong fiber for this month is Bluefaced Leicester, so I spun up eight ounces of dyed Superwash BFL top from Jen at Spirit Trail Fiberworks. If I finish plying the whole batch I might make something like a Morning Surf Scarf, which I think would work with this yarn.
My spinning ability has suffered a bit this past year. I don’t notice it all the time, but there’s some lingering neuropathy in my hands that doesn’t affect my knitting (except that it slows me down a little). I notice it when I’m spinning, though. It’s a good thing I don’t mind, and that lumpy handspun is just as pretty (to me, at least) as smooth, even yarn. The spinning’s the thing. I love to spin and listen to an audiobook, or to just the whir of the wheel. And the Reeves, though it’s so big and daunting, is a joy to have and use. It’s made so well, with thought and craftsmanship in every detail. I’m a fortunate spinner!