Oh silk, how I love thee..
I always have this internal debate start up when I spin silk. There’s a part of me that just wants to keep it, hoard it, pet it, and drool over it as eternal yarn. The other part of me begs to see it worked up into something delightful, because for all the world spinning silk is like spinning air, and knitting it is like knitting a liquid and it just makes the most indulgent fabric.
The internal debate however is set aside with the above skein (and it’s mate, and a few of their friends) as I’ve developed this fantasy that a really talented doll artist will want to incorporate it into a fabulous doll, or that a weaver will want it.
For some reason I’d just really like to see it worked up in the spirit of dusk over the Atlantic, or the depths of Crater Lake, or something that requires more artistic vision than I currently possess.
I share your love for silk. It is a magical fiber! Several lives ago, I dressed in the stuff….and now, while mostly staying in my studio…I like to surround myself in small bits and pieces of it in various forms. Oh, and it smells so good!
Thank you for the blogtipping….only I am still clueless.
Mai-Liis
It’s amazing what a little moth larvae can make isn’t it? I love spinning it– half the fun is dreaming up what the yarn will be made into when I’m done.