Welcome To Mom's Knitting Room

Welcome to my blog page. My site will update from time to time. You may on occasion see items rearranged or removed. So don't think you're going "crazy". I am still learning to navigate within the blog world.
My knitting experiences have been very slight. I have only been knitting about four years. Learning the "ropes" and "ins and outs" of knitting from my mom who has been knitting for over 50 years. I have had the privilege of having many talented women and men teach me their "tricks of the trade". They have been generous and patient with me as I learn this craft.
You might wonder why its taken so long for me to catch the "bug" of knitting, but until recently it occurred to me that this long lived art would die with my mom as she is the only one of three siblings who can knit and crochet. So in order to keep the tradition alive and hopefully pass this on to future generations in our family, I ventured out on this new journey and chapter in my life.
There are many knitters out there so willing to help "newbies" along this expedition of knitting. Along the way, I have been able to impart some new techniques, skills and information to my 80 year old mom. I've been able to introduce her to fabulous fibers as well. . . . .
Who said "you can't teach an old dog new tricks?!"

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Rhinebeck Sheep and Wool Festival Excursion

Rhinebeck Wool and Sheep Fair

I had the pleasure of attending the wool and sheep fair in Rhinebeck, New York back in October. Gee and I had made lots of plans to visit, but of course, life got in the way. I decided to join a knitting circle in my neighborhood and the coordinator of the group always made a trek to Rhinebeck yearly. So I paid the fee and on the bus I went not knowing anyone on this trip. This was my very first my excursion without Gee and without my family. Interesting isn’t it, how you can be surrounded by many people, yet feel so alone.

I spent that entire day by myself wandering the grounds and constantly spending lots of time with the animals. For some reason, I was really drawn to the animals – it was like going to the zoo for adults. Although I didn't know anyone I felt so very in tune to these beautiful animals, albeit some needed to be groomed.

I went about purchasing ‘stuff’ to add to my collection of wool, angora yarn (yes, angora from the rabbit, angora from the goat produces Mohair), please note, the rabbit gets ‘plucked’ and only at certain times, if not, the plucking can seriously hurt it. But oooh does it make the softest yarn to the touch. I even purchased a hat that is twice my head size!!

As I wandered the various vendors, I came across a vendor selling sheep pelts. I came across one pelt that was rather small, champagne colored with one large brown or black spot. I ran my fingers over the fur and noticed that the tips of the fur were still colored in a taupe coloring that had not been shorn off in the process, but as you got further down closer to the skin, the fur was creamy white. I asked the woman why this animal had been put down when clearly it was so beautiful and the spot made it even more intriguing. She replied “it is that very spot that you call beautiful that cut that animals life short. The animal could not be sold for breeding because it was spotted.”

I thought about that and wondered how many of us would have been put down because of our scars or ‘spots’, yet someone still found us beautiful enough despite the 'spots' that HE gave HIS life for us. The Word of God tells us, ‘by HIS stripes we are healed’.

The Old Testament tells us that the lamb had to be spotless in order for it to be sacrificed to GOD. Yet through grace, with all our scars, we are beautiful and valuable enough in HIS eyes not to be put ‘down’. The scars and spots we carry make us more valuable because they are lessons we carry with us from our past that teach, encourage and remind us of HIS everlasting love.

I didn’t spend that day by myself, but Holy Spirit accompanied me. And through those hours I learned so much. I am on a path of healing. . .how long will it take, only HE can tell. . .I’m in no rush, I just hope I can keep my heart and spirit sensitive and opened enough to learn.

I regretted not purchasing that pelt. So now I am on a mission to find the perfect spotted pelt.

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