Mardeeknits’ 2013 in review

This was kind of interesting so I thought I’d share. The stats helper monkeys prepared a 2013 annual report for this blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

A San Francisco cable car holds 60 people. This blog was viewed about 1,800 times in 2013. If it were a cable car, it would take about 30 trips to carry that many people.

Click here to see the complete report.


Ah, the Spam!

So, if you’re like me (and I kind of hope for your sake that you’re not), you can’t hear the word Spam without thinking of this:

It sets you thinking of musical Vikings, Spam and eggs, and deciding that maybe you’ll order the Lobster Thermidor.

But if you’re a blogger, you get another kind of Spam; one that has nothing to do with eggs or even Lobster Thermidor. You get a weekly dose of seemingly helpful people sending you comments about your blog, many of which offer you special search engine optimization services, helpful hints on buying penny stocks, and other kindnesses.

I’m a bit weird this way, I guess, because I actually read my spam, both the items posted on my blog(s) and the ones I receive in email. You see, every now and then the spam filter gets it wrong and something important ends up in there. So this morning, I went out to the spam filter, looked through about 30+ items that piled up last week, and found…nothing useful whatsoever.

So why do I keep reading it? Hope springs eternal, I guess, and sometimes the spam is funny. Like the days when I get ads via email for Christian Mingle, J-Date, and hot Eastern European ladies offering services of a type that I can’t and won’t use. Apparently these email friends are confused not only about my religion but also my taste in dating. That, along with Canadian pharmacies offering selected pharmaceuticals (again, can’t and won’t use) draws an interesting picture. Need a knock-off Rolex? I think I can set you up.

On my very lucky days, I get a number of people wanting to send me money if only I give them a bank account to transfer it into. On those days, I think about how lucky I am that 1) I know it’s fake and 2) I am smart enough not to fall for it.

Silly folks; if only they would spam me with advertisements offering free shipments of yarn or sheep fleeces, they might raise my attention.

Next time you’re bored, go read your spam and let me know in the comments who is sending you this virtual love. Happy reading! (Just don’t reply!!)

Why Spin?

“Consider how the lilies grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you, not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these.”    ~Luke 12:27

I love this Bible verse, probably partly because of the spinning reference but also because it reminds me that I don’t have to earn grace, it’s a gift to me.  There are a lot of days when I need to hear that, because confident person that I usually am, even I have doubts about my own self-worth sometimes. Now, rest assured, dear readers, that today’s blog isn’t going to be a Bible lesson, but I thought it was an interesting place to start on the topic I want to talk about today.

As most of you already know, I’m a hand-spinner. I’ve been asked many times why, usually by people with an incredulous look on their face that implies ‘Why on earth would you want to do that?” After all, I could buy yarn. Recently, I’ve also started buying whole fleeces and processing them by hand with a drum-carder. When I tell people I do this, I get the same look, only with usually with a note of concern that says something like “She’s really gone off the deep end here.”

Rest assured, dear readers, that I am well enough informed to know that I can buy yarn. In fact, if you’ve seen my stash, you’ll know that I’m very well versed in the process. So why do I spin? I thought I’d take the opportunity today to bust a few myths about spinning and see if I can articulate, for you and for myself, why I spin.

There are a number of myths about spinning out there, as evidenced by the questions people ask when they find out that I spin. Here’s just a couple. If you’re a spinner, I’m sure you’ll be able to add a few more in the comments.

1) Spinning is cheaper than buying commercial yarn. Um, no it’s not. In fact, by the time you invest what I have in equipment alone, you would find that spinning is actually quite an expensive hobby. That doesn’t count classes and workshops to improve my skills, or the fact that much of my handspun ends up decorating my office rather than being made into garments.

2) I’m reviving a lost art. I kind of wish I could say this, and I hear it a lot, most recently in the elevator of a hotel at Stitches Midwest when I happened to be carrying a spinning wheel. The truth is there are thousands of spinners across the world, and not only do we do it the old fashioned way, there are many innovations being made both in how to spin and in the technology of spinning. There are a number of spinning wheel makers quite happily turning out new wheels each and every year, and lots of us buying them. So, no, spinning is neither lost nor dying.

So why then, do I spin?

1) It’s a connection to history. Especially with my antique wheels, but even with my modern ones, when I spin, I feel connected to all the generations of hand-spinners who went before me. My family is lucky, though, that they don’t rely on me to turn out enough yarn to keep them warm all winter. I can’t imagine what it was like for the women and men who did. In those days, families were large with lots of children, and just the knitting alone had to be a huge investment of time.  Once I realized how much work it is to make the yarn and then the cloth, I realized why Roman soldiers threw dice to see who got Jesus’ clothes. They were of real value.

2) It’s relaxing. When I spin, it calms me and I get into a state of flow. I am focused and yet at peace. It’s very difficult to be upset or angry and keep a spinning wheel going at an even pace. It requires just enough focus to keep me interested but lets me hold a conversation or watch an interesting program at the same time. (Although I’ve discovered that anything with subtitles is a challenge…spinning does require that you watch what you’re doing from time to time).

3) It gives me the joy of the truly handmade. You’ll find very little plastic in my house. I have a love of handmade objects and will buy handwoven baskets instead of plastic every time (although clearly I buy fewer; handmade is expensive). In my kitchen, you’ll find metal and glass mixing bowls and the pottery ones are my favorite. I don’t have a lot of them but when I use them, I feel connected to the person who made them and using them gives me joy.

4) I have always aspired to be a farmer, and by buying fleeces straight from the farmer, I get as close as I can while living in the ‘burbs.  While my HOA has a pretty strict rule about livestock (darn them), this way I get to visit the farm, meet the farmer and his flock, and take home a little bit of their product to turn into something useful.

So why do I spin? I guess it’s a bit more complicated than I thought. Or maybe it’s like my son used to say, “Call it a hobby and you too can have a sweatshop in your living room.” Working in technology leaves me feeling disconnected from the hand-made, the real, the essential. Spinning, knitting and handling fresh fleeces brings me back to reality.

Or maybe I just always wanted to be Laura Ingalls Wilder. That’s a possibility too.