Last weekend, we went on a lovely little weekend trip to the Olympic Peninsula, and on the way back we stopped in Port Gamble for lunch. Port Gamble is a rediculously pictureesque little vilage. Built on rolling green hills that lead down to the water, all the old-fashioned houses are painted bright colors with white trim. There is a fantastic little cafe where we stopped for lunch, a quilt store, and two fiber stores! (I know- heaven!)
After lunch, my mother-in-law and I stopped into The Artful Ewe, one of the yarn stores- and it was like stepping into some sort of yarn-themed Harry Potter story. The tiny store was made housed in an old house, and literally ever surface was full of wool! The floor was strewn with giant baskets full of fleeces, tables were overflowing with yarn, and the walls were decked with racks and racks of hand-dyed roving. There was even a tree in the middle of the room, hung with skeins of wool in every color of the rainbow! I should have taken a picture- but I was too distracted.
And there was a pair of two tiny, proper, little greyhounds sitting in a wing-back chair- one of which was wearing a string of pearls instead of a collar. Like I said, this place was like something out of a storybook!
So, of course, I had to buy some wool.
I didn’t have a project in mind, so I first gravitated toward the big skeins of squishy hand-dyed sock yarn- always a good choice. I had almost picked out the skein I wanted.
But, then, I saw it- a gorgeous braid of roving: soft-as-a-kitten Polwarth wool, blended with flecks of shiny, shimmering silk, and dyed in the most intense, brightest jewel tones. Amethyst and emerald, sapphire and aquamarine. Honestly, the picture does not do it justice (for some reason I had a crazy hard time photographing this roving- you’ll just have to trust me- it’s absolutely divine!)
I wavered for only a minute (seeing as I’m not a big spinner) before making a beeline to the cash register. (Stopping to pet the pups on the way, of course.)
I spent the day yesterday spinning up about a third of the wool (I’m not very fast) into a fairly even, medium-sized single. It’s been fun to watch the different colors shift and change as they go into my spinning wheel- but maybe I’m just easily amused?
What do you think I should knit with it? Or should I just keep it as a pet?