It’s here! The most wonderful season-busting, weather-defying, completely joyous time of the year: knitting season. Doesn’t matter if it was 88 today. Does not matter. Once Labor Day is past, I am in for the duration. It’s time to root around for the wooliest, sheepiest, yarniest yarns I can find.
Sometimes you start with a pattern, sometimes with a yarn. I’m feeling much more curious about these brilliant yarns right now than what they’ll end up being.
First up: I have somehow replenished the naturals that I thought I’d killed off with that Eight Yarns/One Sweater pullover last year. The leftovers have spawned, and I welcome them like a new crop of mushrooms.
Each skein has a backstory, which I can’t begin to capture properly here.
Left: Bent Limb Farm, 80/20 alpaca/wool. From Reading, Pennsylvania. The excellent tag reads: “Bent Limb Farm LLC began as an alpaca farm in 2009 and quickly diversified, though the fiber arts remain out primary focus. The writings of Joel Salatin and other progressive farmers have heavily influenced our farm’s theory and practices. We also follow Temple Grandin’s philosophy that we bear the responsibility of providing the best, most humane life possible for each animal.” How about THAT? Joel Salatin’s website takes you on a heck of a ride through 21st-century farming/food/sustainability thought.
Center: Bauer Family Farm handspun 100% alpaca. From Dauphin, Pennsylvania. Heavy, gorgeous twine.
Right: Snoqualmie Valley Yarn No. 3, Blue-Faced Leicester and Clun Forest sheep. From the Snoqualmie Valley, Washington. This skein showed up as a wonderful surprise from the good folks at Tolt Yarn and Wool. It is the most honest-looking yarn I’ve ever seen. Noble, really. I don’t think it would ever do me wrong.
Below left: Upton Yarns, 3-ply Romney/Cotswold. Sarah Upton calls this shade Northern Forest. I call it PineGreenyYellowGoodHeavens. Indigo and weld at work in this remarkable shade of green. Having a hard time getting the pattern chosen that will let this yarn be its wonderful self.
Meanwhile, in Nature
On a watering expedition in the back yard, I found a calling card from the barred owl today. What a spectacular bit of engineering it is, curved ten different ways, light as a . . . wow. I found again that video showing how much noise an owl makes in flight. Spoiler alert—oh, just go see.
It’s knitting season, can you believe it? I’ve never been so delirious about it all.