The day before I went into town to meet my virus, I work up feeling like a million dollars. I decided it was time to dye the yarn that I had spun months before. I had wanted to weave a TV blanket for son Josh and DIL for their anniversary in June, but oops. I had a little over a pound of black Corriedale and 20 ounces of gray Targhee. The black got a black bath to make it inky. The gray was the last of a 7 pound fleece that I bought at Black Sheep Gathering a number of years ago and I wanted it to be match the colors that kids had their interior walls painted.
I sampled in canning jars to see what my projected colors would look like over the gray. I liked everything but the cornflower blue, and without sampling, substituted olive green on a hunch.
I am really pleased with the results. I seem to be a one note Sally, but I really do love the pop of Log Cabin. I think these colors are perfect for their house and cannot wait to see how they weave up.
Isn't it interesting how these different wools full? I only have one knitty noddy, yet the Targhee is so much shorter than the Correidale. They're both very springy but there is a difference nevertheless. Like how I'm using my warping board? I'm not going to start weaving until I stop coughing. How's that for a schedule~
It has been the strangest summer since I moved here 20 years ago. It's July 12th and it still hasn't been 90 degrees. The garden languishes. Mornings have been cloudy and just odd. The main feature at Kiernan's 10th birthday party Saturday was water fun, but by 4:00 the kids were shivering and too cold.
Watching the kids play, Josh let us know that he has several very good job opportunities in communities where he would rather raise his boys. So the house that I chose to weave the blanket to match may no longer he his house. Now that's irony.
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