Thursday, 16 August 2012
the good and the bad
The background here is some Madeline Tosh 5 ply, colour Cousteau. It wound perfectly with no problems. The first ball of Madeline Tosh Vintage, colour Briar turned into a hat. Again no problems. A few days ago I thought I would wind the second ball for fingerless gloves or perhaps a cowl. It's shown here , finally wound. It took at least six hours over three nights to wind this and when I had finished, the ball itself was so sloppily wound that I had to rewind it. There were multiple knots all of which I unpicked. The flow of the yarn was just about non-existent. It went for several metres in one direction, then turned back on itself. Sometimes it crossed diagonally to the other side and twisted itself under other parts of the yarn and then back again with more twists. I was very glad when I finally reached the end.
It looked as if a cat had found it when the wool was hanging up to dry and had a good play with it. There were no knots in the 200 metres, but there were two hard splices which felt almost like a small pebble. The dye had not penetrated the splice so there's a small area of white on the yarn. Not happy, Jan, literally.
The other white yarn was an entirely different story. It's baby alpaca from Garn Studios. I don't quite know how to describe it. It's luxuriously soft, a little bit creamier than actual photo. It's two ply. It's not even a fingering weight but is heavier than lace weight. This ball is 500 metres long. Not one snarl or tangle, it wound quickly. I'm planning on making the second mystery shawl I bought a while back. I'll have to work on this as I think its recipient is supposed be in Sydney from Adelaide in a couple of weeks time.
It's quite nice as bread and apart from the colour, the beetroot is not particularly noticeable. I sliced down the length of the second loaf today, the first has gone, and toasted one side under the griller. I put some chutney and cheese on the untoasted side and grilled it. Along with a couple of small mandarines and a glass of water it became my lunch. The chutney added a different dimension and I enjoyed it all as I sat in the sun.
The ginger cake for which I gave the recipe in the previous post was amazingly good. It smelt wonderful and was lovely and moist with a deep, rich flavour. I took it down to Mittagong last Saturday and opened the container at morning tea time. People could smell it all through the house and hurried so they didn't miss any. It all went.