We were up in Monteagle for the Memorial Day weekend, airing out the shack and studying to see if we had any mice subletting from us over the winter. I don't think we did. But the mice, they are not the sort to hang out on the sofa. They could be . . . down . . . there . . . somewhere.
I weeded the weed bed a while, until I got it down to ivy, daylilies, and a tolerable level of sassafras volunteers. After three hot hours of chopping and yanking, it still looked terrible, but a managed kind of terrible.
Look who greeted me when I came into the kitchen--I mean, sitting right there like he was waiting for me:
The bluebirds are back. With a vengeance. See the grass sticking out of the holes? They're working on two bluebird condos this year, where last year there was only one. I sat down, right then, and watched them hauling in grass for half an hour. I had heard that bluebirds return to the same nests year after year, but last year was their first visit, and I worried that they hadn't had a good time. You know--bad sheets, not enough breakfast, no minibar.
While I watched, I checked the cottage answering machine. Amid the usual motley batch of loan consolidators and cable TV solicitors, there was a message from Lynne Vogel.
YIKES! It was one of those creepy coincidence moments. I've never met Lynne Vogel, but a few weeks ago I bought her Twisted Sisters Sock Workbook
, because I had heard that she lived near Monteagle. I thought this was really cool--a knitting fiend right down the road--and In the back of my mind I figured I'd track her down this summer. But here she was, right there in my answering machine. She was calling to tell me about a craft fair where she was going to be selling her handspun and hand-dyed yarns--three weeks ago.
Handspun. I missed some handspun? I called her back to tell her how sorry I was to have missed the craft fair. We got to talking, and before you know it, Lynne shows up with this:
She works with four spinners who turn her hand-dyed roving into yarn. Merino and bamboo, merino and tencel, bluefaced Leicester.
I got a full lesson in spinning and dyeing. This really got me: the same fiber, spun by two different women:
Very cool. I am fascinated by these yarns which bear the mark of the spinner so clearly.
It was all delicious, and I got into a fair amount of trouble. And we had a great time on a Sunday afternoon.
Lynne has a new book coming out in August, The Twisted Sisters Knit Sweaters: A Knit-to-Fit Workshop
. It sounds like it was a heroic piece of figuring, and I'm eager to see it.
And if you're in Eugene, Oregon, and headed to the Black Sheep Gathering
on June 22-24 (and why wouldn't you?), she'll be selling her yarns there. Here's
Serendipity. So great.