Wow, it has been over a week since I was on this site to write. SO much has happened since then. We have a new president elect, the days have become darker and shorter AND I learned to spin and dye yarn!!There were 10 anxious fiber hounds gathered around the living room in Club dei Belle for the weekend, all hungry to learn. Marie, owner of Brooklyn Handspun, came up from the Big Apple to share her wisdom and experience. The "Queen" of spinning and dyeing arrives at Logan Airport resembling Rapunzel with a spinning wheel flung over one shoulder, 28 skeins of undyed hanks over the other and 3 bags full of raw fleece ready to take color.
We spun until sunset on Saturday with anticipation of splashing chemicals from one end of our work to the other. On Sunday morning we did just that. We drew our inspiration from what surrounded us. It was handed to us on Mother Natures silver platter.This time of year in New England it is brimming with vibrance everywhere. We were given permission to use her, and we did, filling our minds and our spirits with natures color palette. When the day was done we gave thanks to nature's mother, to Marie Carney and to ourselves. Each of us left with an arm full of dyed fiber dressed in our own interpretation of earth's pigments all ready for handcrafting. These beauties might become a pair of socks, handwarmers or a lace scarf but whatever their masters make of them, I know, they were truely created from the heart.
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Hi Vic this reminds me of the spinning wheel you used to own in California and all the times spent with the Duni's your fellow fiber lovers from your past. I can still picture all the hanging yarn left outside to dry and the beauty of the natural colors.
This article made me realize your love of fiber started many years again at that little shop on Main St. Every time we shear sheep I think of the beautiful yarn that can be created.
Love you Cher
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