I might have mentioned before that my husband adores handknit socks. He wears them exclusively all winter long. I’m pretty sure that if he’s not wearing handknit, he’s barefoot. Actually, he wears them to death. For years he has been insisting that there must be a way to fix broken socks. That the tops...
Yards of baby spice fingering yarn; yummm. While I was at it this week, I also spun some sock yarn to get ready for the ManSock marathon. It’s a blend from a local producer, of fiber from her motley herd of Icelandic cross sheep, a lama, and some mohair goats (yeah, it’s tough...
3 years ago, if asked about handspinning, I would say, “who the heck would want to spin their own yarn?” That is, if I could stop laughing long enough to say it. I had just moved from NYC, where the just the thought of finding space for a spinning wheel in my apartment...
