I just want to take a
little side trip into Cheingora, or dog hair. For your first experiment with
dog hair, I can’t recommend fervently enough to have someone else prepare your
fiber far, far away from your home. If you have ever tried to card angora, you
will know it’s not for the faint of heart. There are also preferred methods of
collection of which you would know me well enough by now to know that would not
be how I did it. Our groomer bathed our Bichon and then cut his hair. Sounded
so good to me. Apparently for best results, unwashed and brushed out/shed hair
is best (except Bichons don’t shed). Not to worry. I have a big bag of hair I
may again attempt to card once the memory of the flying fur feeble first
attempt fade from my mind.
I ordered some Sami (Samoyed/Shetland)
roving from Mountain Fiber Folk Cooperative in Vermont and happily set to work. Surely no one expected me to give up on spinning dog
hair, really? I keep my recent handspun skeins in a bowl on the coffee table
for
1.
Inspiration to
work with it
2.
Decide to keep it
or not
3.
Admire, pet it
and call it George
10pm every night, Jake has
what is commonly referred to as the Bichon Blitz. We tuck in our heads, hold on
to our wine as Jake tosses and hurls toys flying and then tears circuits around
the coffee table. This one night, he jumped up to the bowl of handspun
beauteousness and snatches Sami, eloping to his couch. Jake has never taken to
any of my fiber or yarn before. I stop at mentioning finished shawls as he is a
little prince after his mother. The softer and finer the knitting. the happier
he is to sleep on it.
Jake had become obsessed
with Sami. Everyone suggested I make something for him from the yarn. The opportunity arose with the annual guild
challenge, this year to be to make a pillow. I would knit a pillow for Jake
from Sami.
On Ravelry, I came across alphabet pattern dish cloth designs and resolved to knit patchwork squares with his name.
Oops. 1 square short, I
have run out of yarn. Speaking of running. This is where stories intersect.
This is the time of the black water escape and this is the project that escaped
with us.
So…the coop was out of
fiber but Christy on Ravelry kindly offered me her handspun which just happened
to arrive in time for me to grab it (and the ½ bottle of wine) and head out
through our condemned door
Phew! Problem solved yarn wise. The condo not
so much
note the different colour in the bottom right and far middle left as indicated by Jake |
Now I want to add something interesting in an
educational way. Both Christy and I had the exact same roving. We even ended up
with very similar weight yarn but that is where the similarity ends. They could
have been 2 totally different fibers for how different they looked. Hers was
white, bloomed and fluffy and mine more of a golden sandy, smoother yarn.
According to Judith Mackenzie, yarns spun differently from the same fiber can
appear to be totally different colours. Huh!
But wait. Christy sent 2 skeins! I think I
have enough yarn to weave the second side of the pillow.
We brave the condo construction and retrieve
my rigid heddle loom (we won’t linger long here). Much maths later, the loom is
warped up and off I go.
Oops, I’m out of yarn! What was Christy
thinking sending me 2 skein s? The woman who created this fiber who also
happens to have a dog called Jake is sending me a wee skein but my deadline
looms near and my condo looms far…Canada post, even further.
I can still make it work. I buy some doggy
braid, Velcro and set to reinforcing the woven fabric to cut it up and
patchwork it with the braid.
I borrow the work sewing machine. It doesn’t
go
I brave the condo construction for my machine.
It goes but it won’t bloody stop.
My summer is not progressing so well.
Take
myself to friend Agnes’ house and sewing machine. I immediately break the
needle. Am feeling like Marvin in the Hitchhikers
Guide to the Galaxy but I am not having any sort of conversation with these
machines, let alone an intelligent one.
New needle loaded, we get this pillow done and
dusted with a day to spare before presentation
…A few days later, a parcel arrives in the
mail. SAMMI handspun yarn from Sabra and Mountain
Fiber Folk Cooperative. Oh no. A doggie fisherman sweater perhaps. I wonder if
I have enough…
A truly fiber obsessed canine |
Love this story! I hadn't remembered the color difference; that's really intriguing.
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