Through these hands

That's right, I no longer raise the fur bearing animals but proudly shop and trade with people who do, alchemizing wool or angora or cashmere into long twisted strands of colorful plied yarns for knitting, crocheting and weaving so that those same molecules of fiber can run through the hands of others. Lots of people collect these yarns, to have them as sort of a savings account, a lottery ticket on the day before the big draw. You know, potential. I understand that completely but just as with a trip to a nursery that ends with dirty fingers and empty plant buckets, I can't WAIT to get my hands on the new fibers, charging them with acid and color so that I can twist and elongate and wish and plan them toward their myriad directions of potential. This is why it is so much fun to make things that end up with Tom Clark because he knows how to alchemize things in HIS hands. I am so excited to see the outcome of the little project that I did for him and Cheri, a stretch of imagination when being asked to create the most outrageous white cashmere yarn I could imagine. There is only one cashmere fiber that could fascilitate this outrageous vision and that is the Royal Cashmere of the 2 1/2 inch staple variety. Yowza. No other cashmere that I have worked with could have done what I had in mind and it is so great to see how the crocheted fabric is utilizing the curlicues and zig-zag slubs in the way that I had imagined. Way to go, Tom. Cheri, consider yourself a Borgia, without the penchant for poison. :o)

Today, while The Husband is off getting a big manly testosterone fix at a Raider's Game I am going to sew and cut the steeks on the new cardigan. I usually do all of the body work and THEN make the sleeves but this time I am on a faster pace than what happened with the last piece, that languished through all of the emotional upheaval of the Spring and Summer. I already have the next piece chomping at the bit just out of my periferal vision and can't wait to get it going and done for Santa Monica. I'll keep you posted.

Comments

[Cheri]

Ahh, Lisa. I'm happy to provide instigator services whenever needed :-) The day I first saw that Royal Cashmere picture over the keyboard, I wanted to just pick up the picture and hold it next to me. It is SO beautiful. But really . . . it's just another notch in your belt of gorgeous, gorgeous handspun yarns!!!

Oh yeah - just call me Lucrezia from now on :-)

[elizabeth]

Ohh i saw pics of the royal cashmere baby cap on Tom's blog. That man sure understands texture! The creamy lumpy cashmere with the smooth shiny silk is an amazing beautiful contrast!

[Helle From Denmark]

mgaæjaø.........UPS....sorry, but it's not easy to write with 2 kitties running around on my lab and keyboard!!*GRIN*

Can it be correct, that you just did a post, with NO pics??? Ohh, we have to train you a bit more....we need pics!*GRIN*

[Lisa S]

Helle...the pictures are on TOM"S blog...you have to go there to see what I am talking about! :o)

[Helle From Denmark]

I know they are on Tom's blog......did look.....!! But still......NO pics on your blog!*GRIN*

[Tom]

Pictures, pictures, pictures. If Andrea Boccelli held that royal cashmere in his hands for two seconds he'd burst into Che Gelida Manina faster than you can say Puccini. Don't need to see it to know that it's born of a royal pedigree. Oh darn, wish you guys could feel it. Oh darn, I seem to have it all here in my possession. So sorry, wish you all could feel what I'm feeling.

Listen Lisa Lisa, you're something akin to a sorceress when it comes to these handspun yarns. I know there's magic boiling over in pots all over your estatelet.

Round about the cauldron go;
In the poisoned entrails throw.
Toad, that under cold stone
Days and nights hast thirty-one
Sweltered venom sleeping got,
Boil thou first i' the charmed pot.
Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.

I thought I was immune to the spells you witches brew. But apparently, I'm not. Can I just say that I worked up a few feet of the chocolate cashmere last night for a very lucky client's Pussy Tail and I couldn't put the damn stuff down. I was falling asleep crocheting and still, every time I'd rouse a little I'd go back to furious crocheting.

My life now belongs to Lisa Lisa.
:-)