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Posted 2/22/2009 9:36pm by Eugene Wyatt.

First Yarn

Posted 2/22/2009 6:08pm by Eugene Wyatt.
Oscar came into the stand with his mistress who came in to look at yarn; Oscar kept a good eye on her hoping she would save enough money to buy him a lamb chop.
Tags: Dogs, Stand
Posted 2/20/2009 10:12am by Eugene Wyatt.
ValentinesDaughter is a knitter
Posted 2/18/2009 6:08pm by Eugene Wyatt.
Follow the leader
This morning, several ewe lambs followed a leader down from the frozen pond to the bale feeders, moving peacefully from place to place, one after the other, like the good citizens they are, no one pushing, no one rushing, no one late for work, each enjoying her step, enjoying the day—to liken people to sheep is always a compliment never an insult.
Posted 2/17/2009 4:30pm by Eugene Wyatt.

Lamb Bacon

In Bitten, Mark Bittman's blog on food in the Dining & Wine section of the New York Times, Daniel Meyer tells you how easy it is to make lamb bacon in your own kitchen. Photo by Daniel Meyer.

Posted 2/16/2009 8:52pm by Eugene Wyatt.
Ugh over Manhattan
Ugh with his magic horns over the Empire State Building
Under the Sign of Ugh
 Under the sign of Ugh
Ten to Six
Ten to Six
Posted 2/12/2009 5:14am by Eugene Wyatt.
Last October while ambling through the NYS Sheep and Wool Festival in Rhinebeck, we came upon a vendor, Greener Shades, selling dyes for wool yarn that were "Formulated without the use of hazardous metals, these dyes provide superior light and wash fastness without relying on metal compounds to achieve bright and beautiful colors."

For some time now, we've wanted greater diversity in our yarn colors. Greener Shades seemed to be a perfect fit for us; their colors were bright but still complementary to what we were showing, their dyes would respect the environment as do the Earthues natural dyes we now use, and their prices were reasonable: we could economically expand our color offering. 

Gregg & Deirdre, the proprietors of Greener Shades, have a farm in Connecticut, with sheep, and a mill where they spin fiber; they are small & local, accessible & informative, and they believe in what they do—we like these attributes—plus they offer a wonderful sample book showing the colors, dyed on wool,  in tertiary blends of the primary and secondary dyes they sell; many of these color suggestions (or our variations of them) looked like they would display well in the stand, and on the site too, complementing the natural colors we already show.

This week we finally began using the new dyes—training wheel (color) time—a learning curve is upon us. I plan to chronicle our colorful adventures, or misadventures as they may be, in a dye workshop; and soon I should establish a display/ecommerce page in the Yarn Store where you can buy yarn dyed with Greener Shades dyes, expanding  the selection as we dye new colors. 

New yarn styles & weights from Green Mountain, new colors from Greener Shades...I'm excited.

Posted 2/9/2009 6:48pm by Eugene Wyatt.
"Members of Congress should wear uniforms like NASCAR drivers to identify their corporate sponsors." — Author Unknown
Tags: Politics
Posted 2/9/2009 6:06pm by Eugene Wyatt.
Posted 2/8/2009 7:13pm by Eugene Wyatt.

By February you’re dreaming of Spring, you've had enough of Winter, the cold hands, the wet feet, the slippery ice, the layer upon layer of bulky clothing—the frigidness never ends—but when it does, Spring will seem to have come too soon with its warm temperatures that turn January snow into March rain to become seas of mud that you slog through, going slowly from chore to chore, wearing slip-on rubber boots to keep your feet dry, step by cautious step, trying not to step out of your boot when it sinks in and gets stuck above the ankle,  because if your foot does come out of your boot, to keep your balance, you’ll have to put that stocking foot down in the icy, umber muck (half mud, half manure) to not fall face dowm into itand there you'll be: one foot in and one foot out, one foot dry and one foot wet (the cold goo oozes between your toes)—and you can't put that foot back into the boot  (it'll be ruined if you do); so, one boot in-hand, one boot on-foot, you hobble to firmer ground, foolishly dreaming of Summer.