De la Toison au Tricot n° 162 : Feutrer de la laine pour les petits oiseaux ! The sun is out.Daffodils are in bloom.Little birds are singing.Yes, Spring is here ! As for the Spinning Shepherd, she is thinking about the beautiful little wrens.So why not make them a...
De la Toison au Tricot n° 161 : Un fil « câblé » A couple of years ago, I came up with the idea of spinning a 2-ply yarn : One ply was black Ouessant wool and the other ply was a jewel-toned silk. I have to admit, that after plying the two together, I was rather...
De la Toison au Tricot n° 160 : Une solution bien simple ! I’ve been asked ” How do I adapt the shaft of the bobbin winder to fit my bobbins.” La question se posait, « Comment adapter la tige du bobinoir suédois au diamètre du trou des bobines qui...
De la Toison au Tricot n° 159 : Le problème des bobines ! Sooner or later, every spinner comes to realize that there is a big problem with bobbins. A bobbin is an important part of a spinning wheel, and generally speaking, when you buy a spinning wheel, it comes with...
De la Toison au Tricot n° 157 : La Tonte, ça se prépare ! Every year I write an article celebrating the beginning of sheep shearing season. In looking back over a few past articles, it would seem like it’s women who are actually doing the shearing. So just what are...
De la Toison au Tricot n° 156 : Un Bonnet Rouge pour Un Mouton Noir ! Without a doubt you’ve noticed that it’s been a while since she’s written anything for you.Basically, my Shepherd is really busy right now, with a ton of things to do. So me,...
“Quand on veut un mouton, c’est la preuve qu’on existe.”
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Hello ! My name is Diane and I live in Normandy (France).
I'm an avid spinner and knitter, and the proud owner of a small flock of Ouessant sheep.
Come and join me as I share my hand spun yarns, woolly tales and sheepish musings !
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Bonjour ! Je m’appelle Diane et j’habite en Basse Normandie.
Je suis une passionnée du filage et du tricot, et l’heureuse gardienne d’un petit troupeau de moutons d’Ouessant.
Venez me rejoindre pendant que je tisse au fil des jours les brins de laine et les anecdotes !