If It’s Not Scottish Yarn, It’s Crap!!!

While the Professor was in Scotland, on the Isle of Skye, he went to a yarn shop called Shilasdair, and he took all these gorgeous pictures for me. It is so magnificently beautiful there, I think it must actually be Heaven.

Here’s the proprietor’s dye garden. As I recall, the shop name is Gaelic for “flag iris,” which is used as a dye.

A few historic dye plants she uses. (You’ll probably have to click on the pictures to make out the details.)


The range of colors the different dyes produce.

She works with several different types of wool.

Here’s where she dyes the wool.


And now, the moment you’ve all been waiting for . . . the gorgeous, sumptuous, delicious yarn.

Oooooh.

Ahhhhh.

Now, I may have tangled some of the details here. I’m not so good at remembering these things. So I’ll ask the Professor to comment to correct any errors of fact.
The Professor brought me a drop spindle and some wool from the shop. He showed me how they said to drop and spin it, but I cannot get it. I hope to take a spinning class one day. It’s probably best I don’t yet know. Not until I carve out more time in my life. Or at least finish three or four projects already on the needles. Ms. Marigold, Central Park Hoodie, Textured Tunic with Side Buttons, Jamesey, and lacy booties for baby Caroline, you taunt me.