Yesterday’s fiber is in the shop.

Dyed some more…

Put them up on the shop about… oh, an hour ago.

The corriedale: Peaches and Cream is still there

The tussah: one Deep Sea Silk is still there

Back to working on the discussion. Near the end of it.

~The Gnome

Operation Take Care of Myself is underway, and so far doing well.

The results section of my paper has been rewritten and is awaiting more editing. The discussion section has been greatly expanded and reorganized, I’m still rewriting parts. I’ve gotten to the gym two days in a row as I try to get back into it. Still moving. Yay.

Did a bit more dyeing.

Silk and Merino/Angora

Mmm shiny shiny tussah. Soft swirled browns and golds, rich and saturated.

Brass and Wood – 1oz – Combed Tussah Silk Top

And a new fiber to me, Merino-Angora. I was surprised to enjoy this fiber, as I don’t really enjoy dyeing plain merino very much.

That moment in the morning when you pour the cream into the dark steaming cup and it swirls into the bitter brew…

Coffee and Cream – 2oz – 50/50 Merino/Angora – Combed Top

And a previously done colorway that I like, and transferred well to this fiber, though the photos are a little more… intense than the real fiber.

Daylillies – 2oz – 50/50 Merino/Angora – Combed Top

And the shirt I posted earlier, the birthday present, actually being worn.

And now, back to my discussion section, which still needs a lot of work.

~The Gnome

When I was One,
I had just begun.
When I was Two,
I was nearly new.
When I was Three
I was hardly me.
When I was Four,
I was not much more.
When I was Five, I was just alive.
But now I am Six, I’m as clever as clever,
So I think I’ll be six now for ever and ever.

Part of being an adult is being able to admit when you can’t.

I do not like this part of being an adult.

I do not like the word “can’t” very much at all. It makes me cranky and obstinate, rather like a donkey which will not go somewhere simply because you’re trying to lead him there.

But nonetheless, it is sometimes necessary, and right now, I can’t. ::sighs::

The balance has been lost. It needs to be regained, which may require a trip into Mordor, but it must be done.

So, shop updates will be a little less frequent. I will not be accepting any new commissions until the one I have, outstanding projects, agreements, and the trades that still aren’t done have been completed. At that point, things will be reevaluated, but I will also be writing my dissertation by that point, which means I will be applying for jobs and, hopefully, interviewing.

But anyway, I did get a little done.

I got these made… or rather, remade. It turned out one of the findings I had gotten was substandard and shed bits all over the place. So I remade these carnelian stitch markers. And because it took me so bloody long, I also made a pair of Leopardskin Jasper ones to go with them.

And these leopardskin ones as a bonus for a recent large order.

Also, for the shop…

Fire ripples and glows along the slowly burning wood, creating waves in the air as the heat warms your skin. The fire is burning long and low now, the colors deeper, richer, the coals glowing deceptively welcoming…

Into the Fire – 1oz – 50/50 Cashmere/Tussah Silk – Combed Top

Capturing the sheen and depth of this fiber is really hard in photographs.

I also have some silk and some merino/angora drying as we speak.

In other news… LOOM!

I actually got this loom on tuesday. But only just got it unloaded. My living room is exploding. I need to clean the bedroom so Ash can move in there. Also this guy needs some cleaning, and I put the beater bar on the wrong direction. Easily fixed.

It’s a 20″ Hammett counterbalance floor loom. 4 treadle, 4 harness. It’s quite lovely, just needs some cleaning and to be re-hung, which I think I can do. I do think that full love of it will have to wait a bit though, as I need to rehang things and get/make a ratchet advance lever for the front beam. And before that, I have other projects that need to be taken care of. No big deal. It’s pretty!

::grins::

Ok, back to working on this paper. Stupid yeast didn’t grow last night, making today paper day instead of tomorrow.

~The Gnome