You might not believe I'm a weaver with the amount of spinning and knitting that appears on this blog but this hat is knitted from thrums. I have bags and bags of thrums which I'm trying to think of ways to use up. I tried putting it through the knitting machine but the machine didn't like the knots - it might work to try weaving on the knitting machine. It does take time to hand knit, pushing the knots to one side all the time.
Here we have spinning from batts made from the "compost" heap as seen at
Majacraft Magic camp recently. Wonder if
GrannyG or
Jessica would recognise their hand dyed sliver now. Also bits of silk, rayon and shaggy knitting threads in there. My drum carder is a bit small so I had to divide everything in half and make two batts to get a decent sized skein.
I've finally reached the point of deciding what to keep (and what to pass on) of my mother's. Trouble is she kept everything and packed it in the draws real efficiently. Who could pass up this old Patons Woolcraft booklet, cost one shilling. When we in NZ changed to decimal currency way back in ?1967 that would have been 10 cents. This is way older than that because tucked inside were these handwritten patterns, some in my mother's script and some in her mothers, all in fountain pen, of course. Balaclava Helmet for Seamen, Scull cap (Red Cross pattern), Mittens for Fighting Services. Some of the patterns in the book are wonderful and could find their way onto my needles one day.
The poem at the end of the mitten pattern reads:
Rumour
Actual evidence I have none.
But my aunt's charwoman's sister's son
Heard a policeman on his beat
Say to a housemaid in Downing Street
That he had a brother, who had a friend,
Who knew when the war was going to
end.
So that's all this time, I've got wool in the dye pot which should be ready for rinsing. I'm preparing for a run of blankets influenced by the tui bird. Also have some shibori scarves being woven on the dobby loom but white twill is rather boring to photograph.
