It's Raining Purple!

I have no idea why, but purple seems to be the color that keeps calling out to me this autumn.

This is a silk and merino blend scarf and let me just admit, it feels yummy! Really yummy! The warp is multicolored in oranges, golds, magenta's and purple, but the blackberry weft tones it down and makes it a really scrumptious color. Without screaming purple and magenta at you, it reminds me of blackberry cobbler!

I taught a class on Saturday that was aimed at weaving with textured yarns, so I made another scarf like this one, only in darker colors... lots of purples, again, and a few other shades thrown in for fun.


And then, this one is really more of periwinkle and brown combo, than purple. But who's keeping score anyway? This texture comes from a patterned weave that I picked up from Betty Davenport's Book, Weaving Textures on a Rigid Heddle Loom. This was the first piece off of my new loom. I haven't stretched out to the full width of my loom yet. I can now weave about twice the width of this piece.

The pattern is reverse on the backside of the cloth. Really fun to weave!
Now I'm curious what you would like to see more of on my blog? There has been a lot of weaving lately. Are you bored with it? Would you like to know more about weaving or the yarns I use? Or is enough, enough already? Leave me a comment and let me know. I may or may not comply! Ha ha!

Whales and Puffins and Lobster, I Come to Thee.

I am going to Maine. I can hardly believe it.

Yes, I will blog about it. Until then... I have some more weaving to do.

Land Ahoy!

I Have an Understanding Husband!

How else could I get by with this obsession of mine?

I could wear this one while out on a date night (when I'm not weaving) and have a glass of wine. Spill? What spill? Wine? Dribbling down my chin? Who, me?

Or how about this beauty? Have you ever seen a sunset in Oklahoma in winter?

I'm telling you, they can look just like this scarf...

Only not as checked or striped. Last time I saw a sunset, there were not plaids or stripes, but the colors.... oh the colors.... when the wind comes sweeping down the plains.
Yes, two days, two scarves... I know! My house is a wreck.

Over and under, over and over again

Have you ever become so obsessed with an activity that you can't seem to do anything else? Oh wait! I am talking to bloggers! Of course you have!

Weaving seems to have overtaken my life. In a good way. I see colors of yarn when I close my eyes at night. And no wonder... I have been a weaving fool lately. But in my book, that makes me better than an idle fool, so, I'm sticking with it.

Here are a few of my recent FO's.... that's Ravelry speak for "finished objects", modeled by Paris and New York, the "headless sisters" in my studio. They are so willing to model for me, and I do appreciate their sacrifices.

Look at this weave! Doesn't it make you think Santa Fe? Autumn? Let's all go there in our minds, shall we?
This random plaid design is very easy to achieve, simply weave an evenly balanced variegated yarn in both warp and weft.
It makes a nice twisted fringe, too!
This little bag is an upcycle of a scarf I made a while back that just didn't do it for me. It was when I was in a blah color mood. Obviously Santa Fe has broken me of that mood.
Anyway, this bag is a pattern I found on this weaver's blog. And oh my gosh, set aside some time to drool over her beautiful views of the world... A weaver in Italy, who travels.... ah! Dare to dream!
And then I made this sweet little alpaca scarf, with uh, hum, a cousin in mind, but honestly, I can't bare to part with it yet. It's sort of like birthin' babies, and well, some of them I just can't kick to the curb quite so fast as others. I think it's a personality disorder or something.


So, anywho, that's what I've been doing. Now listen, I just want to admit, my blog has been rather doldrum lately, unless you like watching the World Wide Weavers' Network in your spare time. And so, I just want to say, if you still read me, bless you! If you don't, well, never mind. But I have a feeling my bloggy life is about to change. And if it does, I will post it here first, okay maybe facebook first and here second, but I will let you know if I change my blog address... again! I promise!

Change is in the air, and it ain't just the seasons!

A Thing Called Love

Saturday, I went to the Fiber Festival in Kellyville, OK. They call it Fiber Christmas in July, but I really have no idea why. I didn't see anything Christmas about it, but whatever! It's the best chance to get to buy roving, locally that I have run into.
This beautiful green roving is 50% wool, 50% mohair, and now apparently about 10 percent added calico. And let's not even think about what slobber might have been added. Sometimes Daisy disgusts me, just a little bit.
I don't know what she loves so much about wool, but I can't keep her out of it. It would be like trying to hold her back from the Fancy Feast when I feed her.
This mohair blend just about ate my fingertips right off while spinning. It did spin nice, but you should see what a mess I made when I tried to ply it. ugh! I could stand to take a few more spinning lessons. And of course every (good) spinner will tell you, it just takes practice. And at least one bad spinner agrees.
Kind of like weaving I suppose. Speaking of weaving, the Kellyville show brings weavers out of the woodwork, or studio, if you prefer. I met up with Donna, from the Weavery at Indian Meridian, and got to show her some of my recent stuff. She was pleased with my improvement and showed me some of her recent projects, too. We are kindred spirits when it comes to the Cricket Loom. We both think it's about the best thing made since sliced bread.
I think I'll weave up some of the single ply yarn I spun, (what I have left after my plying fiasco. And this Saturday, I am going to get out of my comfort zone, or at least out of my pj's and go to the Tulsa Handweaver's Guild. Donna said there is a treasury of weavers in Tulsa, and I need to get to know them.

This little thing called a Cricket has created a new mission in my life. My Ashford wheel? More of a love/hate relationship so far.

Following my bliss, and ever grateful for the chance to do it!

Dana (and Daisy, the slobbering wool molester)