Sunday, July 17, 2016

Tour de Fleece week 2.

Day's 7-14 have not been as prolific as days 1-6, but I've been spinning pretty much every day anyway!

This one is my Fibery Goodness Beta Bobbin Challenge yarn!  I've got buttons (not fibre), they are blue (part of the challenge), leather bows I cut from a piece of leather (which I found at the thrift store for 25¢!).  All of which are parts of the challenge!  I think it turned out nicely!

Miss Jos and I were cleaning up The Shed-io, and she made a batt in the process. I spun this one up over 2 days

Once the Shed-io was straightened out, I made a couple of these batts, and then....

I spun them up (well, some of them) at the Saskatchewan Handcraft Festival!

Happily Spinning,

Sunday, July 10, 2016

Tour de Fleece! 2016!

Every June we spinners spin along with the cyclists spinning their wheels through France, racing in the Tour de France.  Many spinners watch the races while they spin, but I'm not one of those people.  I generally watch something on Netflix or Shomi, or listen to an audiobook while I spin.  I've managed to spin up 2 yarns in the past 8 days.  One, a 3 ply, the other a 2 ply, both around the 8-10oz weight wise.  I've yet to measure or officially weigh them, but there's lots there!

This is a 3 ply merino, three colours plied together.

This is a Coopworth Corriedale blend, with some pulled sari silk mixed in for texture.

I've got another yarn currently being plied, and I'm hoping to have a 4th yarn finished by mid week!  In a way, I wish there was Tour de Fleece every month... It sure ups my productivity!

Happily Spinning,


Monday, June 27, 2016


I have this thing I do. I get so stinking excited about something and I dive in head long and I forget about all the things I had already committed to.  I often forget to check myself and my responsibilities before agreeing to more responsibilities.  For example, (and this is one I don't regret, it's an amazing organization)  3 years ago I agreed to start up a Girl Guides program here in our town. Of course, at this point I didn't realize my "Thing".  But I stay committed to that, the girls are amazingly fun.  I have chosen to drop some other responsibilities though (Moderating for and have gotten really good at saying "no, that's not something that would make my heart sing. I like your cause/group/association, but not enough to be fully present in it, and give it my everything." i think it's okay to do that, to give yourself permission not to be super woman.

That being said, I'm at most 8 fibres away from completing my in-depth study to become a Master Spinner.  That's it. 8 fibres, spun 4 different ways.  And a lot of reading, and writing.  But I think at this point I can give myself time to write.  It's going to be a busy summer, the kids last day of school is tomorrow, and they start again in September.  But I'm going to have a lot more time come September (They're all in school full time next fall!!) I'm going to get back into this blogging thing.  I'll kind of pick up where I left off, do some flash backs to previous Fibre Weeks and previous levels of the Master Spinner Program.  And fill you all in on where I'm currently at with all that and everything else.

Wish me luck! I'm easily distracted, but I won't be anymore!


Thursday, February 19, 2015

Patiently waiting

    I've got a few life decision I could and should be making. But I'm waiting. Holding off. I waffle everyday on wether it's a good idea, or it's an idea that should wait. Or, perhaps an idea I should just allow to slip away.  I set myself decision deadlines. And they come and go, and I extend these deadlines until the next thing that may be a deciding factor comes along.
   Perhaps it's because some of the time I feel  I'm not as connected as I should be. Connected to here, connected to people, connected to community.  Maybe it's the constant discovery of I really don't know the things I do nearly as well as I think I do.  What if I dive in, headlong, and then life tosses me the hot potato, but there's no one to toss that potato too?  There's a constant feeling of "this life is not your own, to do as you wish with. Your life is so thoroughly interdependent on others that if you fail, you will fail them."
   So with that, I wait, again. This time I wait for the email or notice stating that Level 5 of the master spinners program is a go.  This year, only level 6 is guaranteed. And I won't hear until May wether or not the course is running.  For now I plan and dream and try to decide if I should or not.....


Monday, December 1, 2014

Pretty things

In lieu of a proper post with words, I give you a post of pretty pictures of pretty stuff. ;)  Just click on the arrows on the sides, you'll see all the pretty scarves I recently made!


Friday, November 28, 2014

Hey! Remember me?

It has been far to many days(weeks, months) since I last blogged. (is that even a real word? 'blogged'?) Life has felt swamped and over full and frustrating and anxiety inducing, and just plain overwhelming. Running the kids around to classes, running a Sparks (Girl Guides) meeting every Monday, Keeping up with normal life 'stuff' while trying to get homework done, have enough stock for the Christmas season craft shows.... Never mind sitting down to write for a while every week. It's all been just a bit crazy. Add to that craziness, teaching felting classes at Artistic Incidents in the near by city, and trying to figure out when would be a good time to do these classes in town, well. You can see why this has taken a back seat. I'm still out there, Working away, spreading the fibre love, if only locally instead of globally. I'm easily found on Facebook, it seems a quicker means of getting my thoughts out, and I can post multiple times a day if I want to, and I don't think I look as crazy. Or maybe Facebook is pure crazy. Who knows. Either way Facebook is the best place to keep up with my fibre follies.  That said, I'm about to write another post really quickly. Maybe it will just get to draft form before i have to run and pick the kiddos up again, but I'll try to have it actually posted soon!

Trying to keep her head above the water,

Wednesday, September 17, 2014

Everyone has a cause.

Everyone has a cause.  Something that is close to their heart, that maybe is their heart.  Causes are often not chosen thoughtfully,  but with emotion and backstory.  The backstory is often so amazingly shaking that it affects you in your core. Other times the backstory starts before you even know it has, and sometimes, even before you are cognizant of a life outside your own. That's where my backstory began. It was 31 years ago.

31 years ago, I wasn't even 18 months old.  31 years ago, at not even 18 months, all I knew (and I glean this from how I perceive my children, and their lives at 18 months) was my Mommy, my Daddy, and my big sister. My big sister who routinely sat on me, for who knows what reason.  My big sister, who was no doubt jealous of the "new baby" and didn't like that I was moving around and taking her toys.  But she was my big sister!  And undoubtedly I loved her and she loved me, and I wanted to be with her, and couldn't think of a better little human being to hang out with for the rest of my life.

31 years ago,  in September, the rug was pulled out from under our feet. My big sister was diagnosed with cancer. She had a tumour growing inside her kidney.  Of course at less then 18 months old, I had no clue.  But life flipped around and what I remember from those times is likely mostly just what I've been told.  I was often taken to my Grandparents home, and looked after by my Aunty frequently.  It only occurred to me recently that the Aunt that watched me was likely only 16 or 17 at the time. (Maybe mom will correct me, or maybe that Aunt will, but I know she was young)** I've been told that when I started to talk,  I often said "You're throwing me away!!!" likely with tears, and anger at having to be left there.  I couldn't have been easy on my parents, who no doubt were so distraught with having to face the fear of their child having cancer, and having to suffer through my sisters many rounds of chemo and radiation.  But I wasn't even fully aware of the world outside my life.

They say the first 5 years of a child's life has the greatest role in shaping them as a human being.  Having the wrench that is childhood cancer thrown into your formative years could really mess a person up.  In retrospect, I know why I am the way I am.  Simultaneously strong headed and independent, but with a longing to be loved, and taken care of.  Simultaneously wanting the spot light, while wanting to hide away from the world.  I'd say though, that despite all the awkward trials and tribulations that occurred because of the way my early childhood shaped me, at 32, I'm nearly a stable human being. I'm not totally stable, but who is really?

Stable or not, 31 years later, I have a Mom, a Dad, a brother.  And a big sister.  She's probably one of the people who keeps me stable the most.  Even though we are far apart by measurable distance, we are so very close.  30 years ago, because of experimental treatments, she kicked cancer's ass.  Today, she is alive, well, and has a family of her own.  Life would not be the same without her, and it would not be the same had she (we, even. the whole family) not had to suffer the atrocities that go along with childhood cancer.
but first, let us take a selfie. 

September is Childhood Cancer Awareness month.  As such I'm posting this tid-bit of my life story, in hopes to bring to light that when childhood cancer strikes, it doesn't just affect the child and parents, it affects the siblings too. Undoubtedly it affects the extended family in ways I can't even imagine as well.  When I was working at Booster Juice, we set a second cup beside the tip jar, and labeled it "Relay for Life donations" and I had a customer notice that the donations cup was significantly more full then the tip jar.  He said to me "Don't you sometimes want to just pour that cup," pointing at the Relay for Life cup, "into your cup?"  It was all I could do to not to reach across the counter and smack him upside the head.  I simply raised my eyebrows and cooly said "No." and turned to make him his smoothie.  So, to the random guy in the Booster Juice, this post is for you. And for people like you.  Cancer is evil. Even if the person suffering beats it, it shakes families to the core, and it's somebodies cause.  It's my cause.

Also, in honour of Childhood Cancer Awareness month, I'm holding an auction on Facebook.  It runs until the 19th, at 7pm CST (my time, here in Saskatchewan) There are 8 items up for auction on my SpinHeartSpin Facebook page, and 31% of the moneys raised will go to my favourite support organization for families, specifically children, who have been affected by childhood cancer:  Camp Circle o'Friends.  Not only did I attend that camp as a child, but I volunteered until life responsibilities made it impossible for me to attend camp.  Also,  I plan to match the 31% personally as well.  So, please, if you see this, share it! Break my bank!! Please help me donate to a wonderful cause. My cause. Bonus for you, you get something really unique and awesome out of it too. Something physical to hold onto, and to remind you to live each day like it's your last, because whatever happens today, may shake the foundation of who you are.  And it is your last day, your last day of being the person you are right now. Even the minute things change you, even if just slightly.

Thank you for getting through this post.  It became something of a Teal Deer.  But I suppose that's what happens when you talk about something so important to you.

Much love to everyone out there dealing with something life altering/shattering/redefining. It's not easy, but you will pull through.


**Turns out Aunty was 21. Still so young, and not ready for that responsibility.  But I think she did a good job. Love you Aunty!!