Stitching for Sanity

I realize that today is the fifth, but here’s my pictures from last night.  There’s a lot.

I got my hackle!  This thing is so much fun.  The fiber all loaded up here is some white and yellow superwash that I was using to teach Daisie how to use the hackle.  She was very proud of herself for making roving (that I’m eventually going to spin up for her, she wants to learn how to knit, too).  I got this from Catskill Mountian Fibers on Etsy and I highly recommend buying from them.  I ordered Thursday, they shipped Friday, I got the hackle Monday.  And it was only $30 with shipping, plus it came with a diz and the clamps, so it’s a great value.  I really need to dye up some wool so I can play with it more.

I don’t really have anything else to blog about today.  I haven’t really done a whole lot this week except a little spinning and wasting time on Plurk.  So, I guess that’s it!

Social things?  Socializing?  Joining stuff?  Me?  Yeah.  My “resolution” this year, if you want to call it that, was to try to be more social.  As in talking to people (online counts), seeing my friends and leaving the house in general.  It really hasn’t worked so far, I mean, I was pretty good until St. Patrick’s Day and then I just fizzled out.  Since the great nervous breakdown thingie a few years ago, I haven’t really done much, talked to many people, left the house much.  I’ve really become a hermit, it was needed for a while (it’s easier to dry out when you’re not surrounded by temptations and excuses) but I’m starting to feel the need to have some people around.  There were a lot of bridges burnt when I retreated into my hidey hole, so I’m not really comfortable around my old group and I’ve never been good at making new friends (I tend to be a little weird and I’ve been told I make people uncomfortable, brutal honesty isn’t always a virtue).

So, rambling on, an introduction for the Plurkette Hencircle, yeah.  I lived on a pig farm in Bolivar, MO until I was three.  I had a small pig that lived in my bedroom.  After that I lived in various small SW Missouri towns while dreaming of running off to Paris to be a fashion designer.  After my mother shit on my hopes and dreams, I went a little nuts (and went to school to be a physicist, didn’t graduate), did as many bad for me things as I could, went a little more nuts and ended up living back with my parents trying to get un-nuts (with no insurance in a state that doesn’t offer mental health care).   Things are looking up a bit in that department now that I’ve found a creative outlet and become more interested in getting back to the earth.  I want my black thumb of doom and gloom to turn a bit more green and I would love to have a sheep/llama/alpaca/goat/veggie farm someday.  I’ve fallen in love with baking and sewing and needle work of all kinds.  Lets call it self healing through embracing my inner hippie (I used to be a big pot smoking, patchouli wearing, Dead listening to, Rainbow Gathering hippie- then I found punk, deity bless punk I love it so) or something.  I just need to get a little more balanced and I think this might help, if not, it was worth a shot, right?

This is a bit more personal and crazy sounding than I usually get, because I’m really tired, I’ve been chasing a seven-year-old around all day.  I am strange and I am a little crazy, but I’m a pretty nice person and really funny and outgoing in real life (if I have a few drinks in me, when I’m sober I’m fairly socially awkward).

I’m having way too much fun blending up these little balls of roving.  They’re a blend of some mystery wool, superwash wool, nylon, Soy Silk, and Cotswold.  I had planned on spinning them today but I didn’t get around to it.  My only problem is that my improvised tools (a big plastic hair comb and a button for a diz) just isn’t the most efficient way of doing things.  I can only blend a small amount of fiber at time, so it takes forever to get a decent amount blended and I have to hold it by hand, the comb isn’t mounted on anything that can be clamped down, so it’s very hard to diz the fibers.  The only solution seems to be buying a hackle.  I found one cheap that’s a good size and I’ll just need a couple clamps and I’ll be in business.  I can’t wait.  Maybe I’ll even put some roving up for sale.  Don’t know yet.

I have to babysit again tomorrow, so I dont’ know if I’ll have any spinning time then but if I do, I’ll take pictures!

I’ve seen this on pretty much every blog, but after seeing it on Stephanie’s today and not having anything to blog about today, I thought I’d do it.

The Questions (and The Answers):

1. What is your first name? Marlana
2. What is your favorite food? Eggplant Parmesan
3. What high school did you go to? Hillcrest
4. What is your favorite color? olive green
5. Who is your celebrity crush? Al Pacino
6. Favorite drink? Guinness
7. Dream vacation? Peru
8. Favorite dessert? Andy’s (the picture was taken at the shop near my house)
9. What you want to be when you grow up? Rockette
10. What do you love most in life? Family
11. One Word to describe you. Strange
12. Your flickr name. Marlana
Now go ahead, make one of your own. Here’s how:

a. Type your answer to each of the questions below into Flickr Search.
b. Using only the first page, pick an image.
c. Copy and paste each of the URLs for the images into fd’s mosaic maker.