The Woolley Farm

WIP. Works in Progress.

OK, I admit that I have a problem with things keeping my attention. If I were still in school, I bet I have one of the ’syndromes’. I love the excitement of picking a new pattern, choosing just the right yarns, getting all the accessories and putting it all in a vintage barkcloth knitting bag, which I also collect.  I dive into the project, happily knitting away for a few nights. Then I loose interest and it all goes back into the bag and I’m sucked away with passion for a new pattern. I can’t help it, it’s a disease. Or at least a syndrome. Patternitis. Start-it-itis. Something like those. It’s definately not my fault.

So I put the current project into a bag and hang it on the wall in my office. That way, it’s not really ’something I haven’t finished’, it’s really ART. And it makes me feel better & not guilty when I look at it that way.

Yesterday I took pics of what is INSIDE of all those bags, and I’ll open each one and let you peek as well. There’s some projects in there that haven’t seen the light of day for several years   quite a while.

I have started this Alpaca with a Twist lace shawl 9 times now. I followed the chart. I even wrote out ‘cheat cards’.  I am working with size 3 needles and lace weight yarn here so it’s hard enough without a pattern screwup. Which is must be—a mistake in the pattern.  Because it can’t POSSIBLY be ME!

Just finished — a barn hat for Brando handspun from Ellen & Natasha jacob fleece, along with a little sheep dangle.  The girls were delighted and baaaaaa’d “Oh my, that hat is lovely. Now our Shepherd smells just like us. He has such good taste in head wear.”

Poto is in the barn awaiting the birth of her first born. We were setting up the heat lamps for the birthing jugs and turned around to find Poto munching away, just basking under the lamp with her face turned up to it.  “Ahhhhhh, this is nice!” she sighed. “About time THE PEOPLE put in this tanning salon & got us girls a spa. Where’s the whirlpool?”

A white ram and a white ewe born to Purl yesterday. We had to call in the vet & have them pulled as Purl’s water broke and after 2 hours she still had no contractions. Purl was the ewe that had a 17 pound still-born baby last year that Brandon had to pull, so we knew she was in trouble now.  It was -20 in the barn but they are under heat lamps and are doing OK.  I want to name them Winter & Chill or Cold & Frosty or 2-Damn & Cold… Any other suggestions out there?