May 31, 2007
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 her website.
Serendipity. So great.