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We went to stay with friends on the edge of the Peaks this past weekend; the sign for Holmfirth wasn't the only thing that let me know I was in Rowan country.
I like to hope that the wool from these sheep is destined for hand knitting one day.
If you get ball with a big red splodge in it you'll know for sure!
I grew up in that neck of the woods and I'm sure part of my love for Rowan yarns is the tie to Yorkshire. All of the beauty with none of the cold wetness :)
Hi Sarah! I love the area. I have been there just once a few years ago. It is so beautiful. There is a little rustic yarn shop in the town centre. I totally agree. I hope their fleece will be a nice hand knitting yarn :D x kyoko
Perfect timing posting sheep with spray paint on them. The capture I just returned from wanted to be able to ID the elk better from afar for behavioral studies...and so I had to actually spray paint their number on their side. Totally offensive and morally objectionable to me (so much that I refused to take any pictures of them in that state)...yet as the technician reminded me, they do it to sheep all the time. Still. When they shed in a month or so it will be gone but for some reason, it's okay to me that sheep have paint...but not elk! :)
Beautiful country by the way...thanks for sharing!
At the end of January I had the pleasure of taking a learn to crochet course at The Makery in Bath taught by the very patient and adept Rosee Woodland . Here is my first ever piece of crochet. Hard won over an hour or so. Rather tight and twisty. I thought it would be, as that aptly describes my first pieces of knitting. The focus and anxiety to get it right flow through my hands and translate into tightly wound stitches. I seem less patient with myself than I was when I learnt to knit as if somehow because I can do the one I should be able to do the other. I was no natural knitter but because it it flows now I think other crafts should feel the same. That belief certainly sabotaged my attempts to learn from a book which worked for me with knitting; with crochet I felt like I should be able to skip through that beginning section and get straight into the 'real' stuff and when I couldn't get it easily I didn't want to persevere. So I was delighted to see details of ...
Whilst admiring Bells beautiful steeked jacket the other day I found myself agreeing wholeheartedly with her suggestion of knitting as a metaphor for life and mentioned my little "as in knitting, as in life" mantra I'm often mumbling. You know how it goes - the pattern/recipe you modify without noting down the changes = a hard to replicate FO/dish. As in knitting, as in life. The one more row/I'll just finish this before I go to bed mentality = dropped stitches/botched job. As in knitting, as in life. The jump in head first without proper swatching/preparation = ill fitting knit/ill realised project. As in knitting, as in life. What it all boils down to is the big WIP of life - we knit, we make mistakes, we learn, we adapt, we pick up those dropped stitches, we live with the imperfections and we get better at it all. So for anyone who knows that it is all about the knitting take this blog button and display it proudly in your sidebar, link back to the blog you ge...
My yarn ball arrived! I don't think it could have been more perfect if I'd wrapped it up and sent it to myself. No surprise that I wasn't the patient type that would wait and knit through the ball finding the presents on the way, goodness I didn't even have time to photograph the giant ball before I had to investigate what was in there - answer: A completely overwhelming haul of lovely, thoughtfully chosen things - Clover Chibi needles and needle holders, Burt's Bees lip balm and cuticle cream, notepad, paperclips, stamp, chocolate, magnets, a shell pendant, handmade tissue holder, a bead S and the world's cutest pincushion: And the yarn that held all these treasures? It's my holy grail of yarn - the yarn I've loved from afar - the yarn that the Pacific Northwest did not want to sell me last year . Wendy sent me a corvid in yarn form and I don't think I've stopped flapping with excitement yet. Yes it really is Socks that Rock in Thraven - oh me,...
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I grew up in that neck of the woods and I'm sure part of my love for Rowan yarns is the tie to Yorkshire. All of the beauty with none of the cold wetness :)
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I love the area. I have been there just once a few years ago. It is so beautiful. There is a little rustic yarn shop in the town centre.
I totally agree. I hope their fleece will be a nice hand knitting yarn :D
x
kyoko
Beautiful country by the way...thanks for sharing!