I know that I can claim time in lieu (i.e. leave) for work done at the weekend but do you think I can claim a lie-in in lieu for project-related sleepless nights? On the plus side I have managed to knit a whole mitten in a pattern I've been trying to work up since Woolfest in the summer (when I had my last bout of insomnia - although that time it was mainly because I was high on caffeine and wool fumes). I got a lot of knitting done that night too. Not that my knitting doesn't suffer a bit under these conditions. For instance I just made a beautiful spit splice to an entirely random bit of yarn under the impression that it was the piece I had broken off at the thumb.
Talking of Woolfest reminds me that my work stresses are very small beer compared to the misery of the poor people in Cumbria who have been flooded out this weekend. It's heartbreaking to see Cockermouth, where Kate (and Tom), Lara, Felix, and I had such a lovely time in the summer, submerged under feet of water and Keswick and Kendal too - places that I know really well.
* just to say, there's no any actual pain involved - it's a lyric from a song which I have on my ipod.
Showing posts with label Woolfest. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Woolfest. Show all posts
Saturday, November 21, 2009
Wednesday, July 01, 2009
The wonder of Woolfest
I'm a little late off the mark with my Woolfest post and it's mostly because I've been finding really tough to compress all the events of a truly wonderful weekend into a single, readable blog post that's not too blithery.
We packed so much into the weekend. There was a road trip to start with. Felix, who was five kinds of awesome the whole weekend, drove a round trip of 782 miles to get us all to Cockermouth and back, didn't lose her temper once, and provided fresh leaf tea at the service stations. We got to visit Lara's mum's place en route for a second breakfast of pain au chocolat and delicious (but to me deadly) full caff coffee. We had a wonderful picnic of M&S goodies and Neal's Yard cheese by the lake at Stafford services.
Real tea at Stafford
Finally we reached the gorgeous village of Buttermere and set up our wonderful camp in a beautiful campsite with a view of the lake and a bunch of marauding Herdwick sheep (my favourite sheep breed).
We loved the beautiful (but quite noisy) campsite sheep
Lara is very happy that she has the prettiest tent in the whole campsite
Once the tents were up we settled down with some crisps and a bottle of Viognier, ostensibly to have a picnic, in reality to guard Tom and Kate's pitch until they arrived as the campsite was absolutely rammed.
Felix and Lara wave their pointy sticks at anyone threatening to nick Kate and Tom's pitch
Felix and Lara are very excited to spot Kate
Felix and Kate exchange birthday gifts
Once they had arrived and whisked up their tent in a trice we headed to the pub for a swift pint before last orders. I can really recommend the Buttermere Bitter (or Butterbeer Mitten once you've had a couple of pints). Despite the wine and the beer I was still feeling the effects of the coffee first thing and didn't manage to get to sleep at all all night. As compensation I did get to have the campsite to myself for 2 whole hours between 4 and 6 when I sat outside by the stream with the sheep and knit on the garter stitch blanket I had started in the car and just watched the last star disappear and the sky get brighter and brighter.
The campsite at dawn.
Once everyone else had woken up we got breakfast on the go and then headed off to Cockermouth for Woolfest.
Making porridge on the primus
As a sheep and wool festival, rather than just a fibre vending event, Woolfest provides an opportunity to think about our relationship as knitters and spinners with the people and animals that provide the raw materials of our craft. It was fascinating to talk with actual flock keepers about the breeds that they keep and to be able to feel a real connection with the origins of the fibre that they had on sale and display.
I really wasn't prepared for the extent to which I (and really the whole group) was bowled over by the gorgeous, natural coloured, British yarn and fibre at Woolfest. Unlike Felix and Lara who had carefully gone through their Ravelry queues I'd not had time to think about what types of yarn or fibre I would be looking out for but I think I imagined that I would be going for some indie dyed sock yarn combed tops. Instead I found myself drawn to the rich palette of creams, greys, and browns at the coloured sheep stands.
The only dyed yarn I bought was a single skein of dk weight Blue Faced Leicester in terracotta from the lovely folk at Artisan Threads.
Terracotta by Artisan Threads
My main purchase was at the Garthenor stand where I bought two balls of fingering weight Shetland in fawn and cream and a 600m skein of Manx/Wensleydale laceweight. Chris King (who we all agreed was delightful) talked to us for ages about how he sources and spins the yarns which are all from organic British sheep breeds.
Gorgeous Garthenor yarn
I have big plans, not only for the Garthenor yarn that I bought, but for future purchases. I really want to encourage the farmers of British sheep breeds in the only ways that I can, through buying their wool and (hopefully) designing patterns their feature their yarn. There's nothing wrong per se with alpaca and merino but I would hate for their success in the handknitting market to be at the expense of our indigenous sheep breeds.
Aside from talking to the sheep breeders my favourite part of Woolfest was the sheep clipping demonstration given by Cathy Wainwright. It was amazing to see the dexterity with which she clipped and turned the Kendal Rough Fell sheep which were about the same size as she was. The sheep were so docile under her hands but their strength and weight were apparent as soon as she let go of them and it took two men to shepherd them out of the ring.
Kendal Rough Fell sheep before shearing
After shearing
Finally it got too hot even to want to think about wool so we headed off to the Bitter End in Cockermouth for bitter shandies and lemonade to debrief and view each others purchases. Although we had frquently gone around separately it looked like the same things had called to each of us. We had all bought mainly natural coloured yarn from British sheep breeds and the only dyed yarn that Kate and I had bought was from Artisan Threads.
We continued the sheep theme right to the end of the day with a wonderful dinner of Cumbrian lamb. British sheep really are the best!
If you want to read more about Woolfest do check out Kate and Felix's beautifully written posts.
We packed so much into the weekend. There was a road trip to start with. Felix, who was five kinds of awesome the whole weekend, drove a round trip of 782 miles to get us all to Cockermouth and back, didn't lose her temper once, and provided fresh leaf tea at the service stations. We got to visit Lara's mum's place en route for a second breakfast of pain au chocolat and delicious (but to me deadly) full caff coffee. We had a wonderful picnic of M&S goodies and Neal's Yard cheese by the lake at Stafford services.
Real tea at Stafford
Finally we reached the gorgeous village of Buttermere and set up our wonderful camp in a beautiful campsite with a view of the lake and a bunch of marauding Herdwick sheep (my favourite sheep breed).
We loved the beautiful (but quite noisy) campsite sheep
Lara is very happy that she has the prettiest tent in the whole campsite
Once the tents were up we settled down with some crisps and a bottle of Viognier, ostensibly to have a picnic, in reality to guard Tom and Kate's pitch until they arrived as the campsite was absolutely rammed.
Felix and Lara wave their pointy sticks at anyone threatening to nick Kate and Tom's pitch
Felix and Lara are very excited to spot Kate
Felix and Kate exchange birthday gifts
Once they had arrived and whisked up their tent in a trice we headed to the pub for a swift pint before last orders. I can really recommend the Buttermere Bitter (or Butterbeer Mitten once you've had a couple of pints). Despite the wine and the beer I was still feeling the effects of the coffee first thing and didn't manage to get to sleep at all all night. As compensation I did get to have the campsite to myself for 2 whole hours between 4 and 6 when I sat outside by the stream with the sheep and knit on the garter stitch blanket I had started in the car and just watched the last star disappear and the sky get brighter and brighter.
The campsite at dawn.
Once everyone else had woken up we got breakfast on the go and then headed off to Cockermouth for Woolfest.
Making porridge on the primus
As a sheep and wool festival, rather than just a fibre vending event, Woolfest provides an opportunity to think about our relationship as knitters and spinners with the people and animals that provide the raw materials of our craft. It was fascinating to talk with actual flock keepers about the breeds that they keep and to be able to feel a real connection with the origins of the fibre that they had on sale and display.
I really wasn't prepared for the extent to which I (and really the whole group) was bowled over by the gorgeous, natural coloured, British yarn and fibre at Woolfest. Unlike Felix and Lara who had carefully gone through their Ravelry queues I'd not had time to think about what types of yarn or fibre I would be looking out for but I think I imagined that I would be going for some indie dyed sock yarn combed tops. Instead I found myself drawn to the rich palette of creams, greys, and browns at the coloured sheep stands.
The only dyed yarn I bought was a single skein of dk weight Blue Faced Leicester in terracotta from the lovely folk at Artisan Threads.
Terracotta by Artisan Threads
My main purchase was at the Garthenor stand where I bought two balls of fingering weight Shetland in fawn and cream and a 600m skein of Manx/Wensleydale laceweight. Chris King (who we all agreed was delightful) talked to us for ages about how he sources and spins the yarns which are all from organic British sheep breeds.
Gorgeous Garthenor yarn
I have big plans, not only for the Garthenor yarn that I bought, but for future purchases. I really want to encourage the farmers of British sheep breeds in the only ways that I can, through buying their wool and (hopefully) designing patterns their feature their yarn. There's nothing wrong per se with alpaca and merino but I would hate for their success in the handknitting market to be at the expense of our indigenous sheep breeds.
Aside from talking to the sheep breeders my favourite part of Woolfest was the sheep clipping demonstration given by Cathy Wainwright. It was amazing to see the dexterity with which she clipped and turned the Kendal Rough Fell sheep which were about the same size as she was. The sheep were so docile under her hands but their strength and weight were apparent as soon as she let go of them and it took two men to shepherd them out of the ring.
Kendal Rough Fell sheep before shearing
After shearing
Finally it got too hot even to want to think about wool so we headed off to the Bitter End in Cockermouth for bitter shandies and lemonade to debrief and view each others purchases. Although we had frquently gone around separately it looked like the same things had called to each of us. We had all bought mainly natural coloured yarn from British sheep breeds and the only dyed yarn that Kate and I had bought was from Artisan Threads.
We continued the sheep theme right to the end of the day with a wonderful dinner of Cumbrian lamb. British sheep really are the best!
If you want to read more about Woolfest do check out Kate and Felix's beautifully written posts.
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Heds up
FO - Hedera
Pattern: Hedera by Cookie A.
Source: Knitty Spring 2009
Yarn: Rowan 4 ply soft
Needles: 2.5mm
Ravelled: here
These socks have been finished for a while but I only got round to taking a finished object shot whilst camping in Cumbria for Woolfest this weekend.
I had an amazing time in Cumbria and I'll be blogging about it in exhaustive detail over the next few days, once I've had time to process all my thoughts and experiences into coherent HTML. In the meantime I'll be posting my photos on flickr tomorrow or the day after.
Pattern: Hedera by Cookie A.
Source: Knitty Spring 2009
Yarn: Rowan 4 ply soft
Needles: 2.5mm
Ravelled: here
These socks have been finished for a while but I only got round to taking a finished object shot whilst camping in Cumbria for Woolfest this weekend.
I had an amazing time in Cumbria and I'll be blogging about it in exhaustive detail over the next few days, once I've had time to process all my thoughts and experiences into coherent HTML. In the meantime I'll be posting my photos on flickr tomorrow or the day after.
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