Butternut Woolens

I'm about to show you how my weekend has gone.

Warning, the photograph below is grisly, it's going to make some of you queasy, some you might faint. Some of you, like me, might say explicatives in front of your minor children. You'd better sit down.

For you non-knitters who need a translation, that's the last 3 lbs of newly dyed Homegrown wool yarn wrapped around the washing machine agitator. The yarn is felted nicely. It'll have to be cut out with the sharpest shears I can find later tonight, after I've had some adult beverages.

Because I don't have a winter studio with a water source, I've been soaking the newly dyed skeins in cool water in the washing machine, then spinning it out and hanging the damp skeins on the drying rack in front of a big fan. Except for this batch which is the last of the homegrown I have had. I won't be able to get more before the Madrona Fiber Arts Festival.

The water was cold, the yarn room temperature, the agitation time about 4 minutes, or the amount of time it takes to listen to Boy A's sad tale of his brother's cheating ways and the subsequent scolding of Boy B for trying to pay his personal debts out of the Monopoly bank's coffers. In case you wanted to know.