Birthday V.2.

 Well, I kind of left it off with my friend havinga  birthday and cancelling some meeting, and then her getting some yarn as a birthday present, right?

 And then just to prove that cancelling meeting is NOT the way to get handspun yarn from me, I did the whole thing again

 Birthday friend, cancelled lunch date and therest :-)

About the same thickness (still pacticing spinning thicker than lacewright, and the colors selected especially for teh recepient,

Life sign and othe stuff

A incredibly busy winter and sping was followed by an even busier summer... and I thought things can only get "lighter". NOT so. Yes I know, I usually say that I don't even have time to read, but this is much more serius... I rarely had time to eat. Anyhow, I am still alive, and will come back with stories (hopefully) and news, and pictures, and who knows what else...
Until then here is a pic to prove that even though not as much as I usually do, but thanks to some traintrips, and endless university classes I still knit... and despite the popular belief sometimes I do finish stuff. This much stuff is awaiting to get blocked and have some photoes taken.

Cancelled meeting, and its consequences...

What a does a knitter do when a "knitworthy" (that is determined along very strict rules, but more about that in a later post) family member, or friend has a birthday (or other presentgiving event) coming up... Of course, knit something, right? But what if that friend is a knitter herself... what is there what she can't make for herself??

If you are, beside being a knitter also a spinner the answe is of course, YARN, even if you have less time than it would think what color, not to mention actually spin the thing... But when said person cancells the meeting, you can say threateningly "well what can I do... But there will be consequences", but all the while happily grinning, because you know that insted of a table of chocolate there will be actual present next time...

Diving into the stash and coming up with something that suits the target person was not that difficult...

On the other hand spinning it thicker than the usual laceweight took more attention..

The result is a more or less fingering weight... I don't remember the exact length, but somewhere around 360-400 meters 2 ply, spun from 100 grams of south american wool, my own handdyed.

Oh, so... where was I???

Hellóóóó??? Anybody here???
So many times I wow-ed to myself, now I will be good and blog regurarly... But then something always happens.... and teh more time goes, the more difficult to get back to teh blogging routine... I think this time I lost it around the Day of Wool, where, however fantastic it was (or maybe because of that) I had only a handful of pictures made...Though I really wanted to write a heartfelt report on the event, which was as usual amazing, Now, mainly not to let it go unreported, let me show the few pictures I have from the day...

I packed my table full..

But this time it was not enough, I had to find some other way to display the rovings and yarns...

Honoring the event I had a special hairstyle made up..in teh name of who does not have hair should spin some for herself. Though the execution was not as great as the idea itself, it was a great succes... I am afraid this was not the only time I braided dreds in my hair

There were pupils, and many interest on spindle spinning...

And in almost every time there is one person who for some reason stands out of the crowd... This year it was Judit, teh little sister of my knitter friend.

One more night...

And it will be here!!! The Day Of Wool will be on again in just one day...
I am prepared... I was dyeing up a storm..

Purples...

Greens...

Blues...

I even did a bunch of pinks...

Some more purples...

Of course reds...
And these are only some of teh yarns... you should all come and see the spinning fibers...

It is coming...

The Day of Wool, is coming again!!!

 Sorry, the invitation is in Hungarian, but if you happen to be in Hungary that day, contact me, and I tell you everything...
Here is a pic from last falls event.

Spinning...

Its not weekly spinning any longer, nor it is a weekly post... not even a monthly... Every time I decide to post more regurarly something happens... This time Chris broke his leg badly, and needed surgery... Those who are my FB friend could more or less follow the story, I think here it should be enough, that it caused a tremendous stress for me (and of course for my boy as well, but that is another story)

I say that knitting keeps me sane, and if I couldn't knit I would be surely the resident of a funnyhouse, still whenever real hard stress hits me, I freeze, and unable to knit. Let's not talk about the trainride from the university (where I got the phonecall) to Budapest (where my son was taken to a hospital and was waiting for surgery), or the hours I spent sittin on the hospital stairs waiting for the surgery to end. But all those hours sitting beside his hospital bed, or later in my bed where he would not let me out of the room...I tried, believe me, I tried knitting. I tried complicated stuff, I tried simple stuff, but even knit and purl needed more concntration than I could muster...

So what I did was dusting my darling Kate (the wheel) and taking out some fibers. I started with plying up some singles that were resting there for months now, then spinning up the almost 400 gramms of Falkland wool I dyed a couple of years ago... I wanted to knit a spring cardigan, so I spun it somewhat thicker than my usual stuff also a bit more rustic...

It is 900 meters, just the amount needed to knit the Leaflet cardigan it was originally intended for, but... but... My hair color is changing, as I decided to let my silver hair grow out (hmm a topic for another post) and what would have gone well with my red hair, really not sure it would suit my silvers now...

So I have no idea what will happen to it, maybe I will knit it after all, maybe I will sell it, maybe I will give it to someone... All I know spinning it tided me over tha I-can't-knit period (as spinning did not the first time).