March, April, May, June… July?

Yes, well, the months fly by, don’t they. And then you’re in the middle of winter recovering from a stinking cold and wet slippers because you decided to take out the trash in the rain instead of waiting 5 minutes for it to stop, because as any Aucklander knows – the weather changes by the minute.

*sigh*

So what have I been doing. I’ve been taking the most extraordinarily long time to piece a crochet blanket together (done with mitred squares), and do the other half of the Chevron Blanket. While that happened, I somehow put down the sweater I was knitting and forgot to pick it up again, and the spinning is all but a memory – except for when I’ll have to spin up some more light contrast yarn for the Mitred Square Blanket.

However, I have been practising and playing my guitar pretty much every day. Unfortunately, due to poor posture and lack of attention to same, I wound up with a damaged rotator cuff. That kinda curbed the music and fibre pursuits for a bit, and I’ve discovered I’m rather ambidextrous with a mouse. The shoulder’s still giving me trouble, but it’ll heal with time, and I sure as hell haven’t stopped playing guitar. After all, there is a Martin with my name on it, patiently waiting for me come December.

I’ve also been scrutinizing my blog, feeling the drag factor of those early posts from (cripes!) 6 years ago. I’m of two minds as to whether to delete those old posts, a bunch of music posts where I voiced nothing but a brief opinion and a tracklist, or whether to just sit with it a bit longer. After all, this is my diary of events and sometimes it’s quite useful to go back. What do other bloggers do, I wonder – keep or cull?

Carding, Crochet and Cooking Clay

It’s been a busy couple of weeks at Chez Westie, as I work my way through a bunch of crafty projects that have been languishing unstarted for… um… some months. Well, you know how it is – there’s always something else demanding your attention that takes you away from other things demanding your attention.

Anyhoo…

Last weekend was spent washing a lovely, fine Romney fleece that I got over a year ago. It’s been sitting nice and greasy in a bag, minding its own business while I periodically fretted over whether or not to wash it myself or send it off to the pros. All for fear that I’d felt it by just showing it hot water. In a fit of STOP PROCRASTINATING FFS!!!, I got out my brand new laundry bags (also purchased over a year ago for just this purpose) and filled them with greasy, finely crimped locks. It only took 3 hot soaks in Martha Gardener Wool Mix and 2 cold rinses, and I had me a squeaky clean fleece.

Next challenge was using my drum carder for the first time. I’d never actually used a drum carder before, so after I rolled some really nasty batts, I figured I was doing something wrong. YouTube to the rescue. Turns out that the small roller was turning in the same direction as the large roller, presumably because the pulley cord is a fibre cord and has insufficient grip. It was put on by the previous owner and was clearly a No.8 wire job. I’ve since ordered a replacement pulley band. In the interim I’ve helped things along by manually providing the necessary traction to turn the small roller in the opposite direction.

That was one hurdle, but I was still getting lumpy batts. Back to YouTube for another look at those clips. Solution: put the batt through again (and again if necessary) to get a well-combed batt. I am SO looking forward to spinning this floofy loveliness!

While those freshly washed locks were out in the sunshine drying, I tackled some polymer clay. These are just fun experiments with leftover clay to get me enthused… I have a larger plan in mind.

In between cooking clay and my first foray into prepping raw fleece to spin, I’ve been destashing my beautiful collection of hand-painted fibre, mostly from Southern Cross Fibre (David’s stuff is so good he’s always sold out, so you need to join his fibre club, or sign up for shop updates – and be a speedyfinger!). As there’s only so many scarves, hats, etc that I want to make, what better way to preserve these beautiful fibres than in a snuggly blankie? Once blocked, it’ll be wide enough to cover my queen-size bed.

Let’s look at that fibre a little closer (and there’s still heaps more to be spun and included).

I’ve also been learning new songs on the guitar, experimenting with minor chords (ye gods, a song may actually get written!), and stepping perilously close to COUNTRY MUSIC! Gah! Ok, so I’m drawing the line there and going as close as alt-country/blues, but I thoroughly enjoyed going to see Ryan Adams on Thursday, opened for by the equally talented Jason Isbell, whose latest album (Here We Rest) I have since purchased. I may love-love-love hard rock and heavy metal, but it doesn’t mean I completely exclude other genres. Being musically well-rounded is a good thing, although that can dent my credit card pretty deeply sometimes – there’s just so much great music out there!

And for my birthday…

…I got this! It was a present to myself. It’s a Takamine D51SN – solid spruce top, mahogany sides, rosewood neck, at least 5 years old, so it’s really got its tone on. And boy, it can kick out some volume. This is my first steel string acoustic guitar and I’ve been having a lot of fun with it.

Takamine D51SN

My Epiphone is feeling a little neglected, but it’s not being completely ignored. Have I said lately how much I’m loving learning guitar? Well, I am. It’s also causing a general reinvigoration of my musical education, such as it is, insofar as I’ve been contemplating getting another piano – acoustic, not digital though. But NO! There is no. more. room. I must be sensible. Yes.

In which I contract the flu…

I have contracted the flu – again. For the second time in as many months. I am firmly convinced it’s because I stupidly agreed to get the flu vaccine last year. My logic is simple – don’t get the jab, don’t get the flu. Get the jab, get the flu. As I have been flu-free for many, many years, I call foul on my co-workers who insisted this wouldn’t happen.

Dear Co-workers

It happened. Curse your eyeballs.

Sincerely
Me

However, revenge is sweet. Due to having used up all my sick leave in the last flu bout, I must now come to work to sniffle attractively and cough politely – all into our craptastic airconditioning that turns my side of the building into Siberia from 11am on. You might wonder why it doesn’t get fixed. Simple – the people who could get it fixed are on the other side of the building… which is blissfully temperate. Starting next week, I’m going to protest – by wearing my big cardigan, a woolly hat and a different scarf for every day. Strange looks don’t bother me at all. I may even bring in a fan heater.

And the sniffling will escalate from awful to truly disgusting because yes, I’m that mature…