Sunday, August 03, 2008


Here is the finished power outage yarn. Shetland roving dyed with kool aid (can you tell?) spun in a thin single with bits of Lincoln lamb locks dyed by Split Rock Ranch. Then I spun another thin single without the locks and plied them together. I have discovered that just spinning the single with the locks makes for a less than stable yarn but plying takes care of any imperfections and secures the locks in a nice way. I love this yarn and I am seriously tempted to make a hat or something out of it just for the pleasure of knitting it up. We'll see.

Much to my amazement and delight, my funky yarns have been selling very well. I sold a total of seven skeins last week and now my inventory is almost down to nothing. I need to put in some serious spinning time. Such sacrifice...

In my life I have had many jobs (I don't considering being an artist a job - a calling maybe, a pain in the ass sometimes, but never a job). I have had many, many jobs: I have been a waitress for more years than I like to admit, I have painted mannequins in a factory (a toxic nightmare!), stitched and installed high end designer drapery, done art administration and grant writing (strangely, I am a kick-ass grant writer - begging for money seems to be one of my best skills or as Dan likes to say, my grantsmanship is unchallenged), worked in special needs group homes, been a camp counselor, taught childbirth education (I am not so great at this I have discovered, perhaps because I am a little too passionate on the subject) and now I spin yarn for money. Sounds almost sexy, that.

This job I like. Let's see how long it can last.


Patti Blaine said...

Weird mental image of you painting nipples on manikins, Robyn, which of course you wouldn't have done as they rarely have them... just know you as a leche leaguer too firmly to have left off that detail! Those details?

I could totally stretch my being around spinning yarn for money! Enjoy this for as long as you can!

Robyn said...

You crack me up Patti! No nipples, I'm afraid. I spent the good part of a summer painting details on Nutcracker soldiers for the windows at Macy's: buttons and stripes and such. You had to prove yourself before they let you touch the "real" mannequins. But I got out of there since I noticed that, by the end of the day, my mind was very fuzzy around the edges from all the toxic fumes. I often wonder what happened to the poor guys who worked there full time. yikes!