mojo – word of the week

Ferdinand Pichard rose
Ferdinand Pichard rose still blooming

I watched next door’s cat scuttle down our drive, in the week, with a mouse dangling from his mouth. He’s a golden, long haired kind of cat, who must be a nightmare to keep brushed and wouldn’t look out of place on a chocolate box. Not your average countryside moggy. Up to that point, I thought he was a keen but ineffective mouser. I often find him in our garden hunting, watching and pouncing with no reward. This week, he’d found his mojo and part of me slightly admired him for it.

Half way down the drive, he spotted me. He stopped. Gave me a side look as if to say “What are you going to do about it, human?” before heading home with his prize.

He had a point. I could have challenged him. Demanded our wildlife was returned, nursed back to health and the cat returned immediately to his unsuccessful mouser status, but I didn’t. Who was I kidding? I let him go.

It was probably too late anyway. I suspect opening your mousey eyes and finding you’re inside a cat’s mouth, with half your body dangling like a pendulum on the other side of the feline’s wall of teeth, would be enough to cut the heart beats short.

He could keep the mouse. I wasn’t up to the fight.

Pea flower
pea flower

This week

This week has been a bit like that. My mojo has been missing. I think after last week’s excitement, I’ve plateaued. I’ve only run twice this week.

We’ve moved forward. University preparations are in full flow. A long list is promising to take over the kitchen table as we kit out Eldest Teen for University life. She’s going to be three hours away, so we won’t be able to pop over easily. As a signed up member of always-have-a-plan-B club, I’ve run through a few what if scenarios with her and it’s all good.

Not forgetting the other two teens, we had a trip into Bath to Hobbycraft, as promised. Both are taking art next year, so they stocked up on paper and paint. I limited myself to replacing the bamboo needles I broke a couple of weeks ago and one sewing pattern from the reduced bin. Pretty good for me. I even ignored the papier mache pumpkins and other Halloween crafting materials, which they were putting out.

My crafting mojo barely had a pulse, as we walked round the aisles.

Crafting mojo - sheep fleece and liberty fabric
Ryeland fleece and Liberty fabric

Change

Then something happened, which resuscitated my crafting heart beat. I know not everyone will understand my excitement and it wouldn’t get everyone’s hearts racing. My husband is still trying to figure out my obsession, but I like to think he has made peace with it over the years and hopes it doesn’t take over the house or increase our livestock.

Yesterday, I had two deliveries. First up was a delivery from Liberty of London, my very favourite fabric source. Best fabric. I’ve avoided buying craft supplies, this year. I have a room full of supplies, so I really don’t need it, but I did have a £20 voucher from Liberty to use up this month. How could I let it go? I bought a metre of fabric, which arrived yesterday.

{little dance of joy}

Hero the hound and one of the bales of sheep fleece
Hero the hound and one of the bales of sheep fleece

At the same time, a farming friend popped round with enormous sheep fleeces tucked under each arm. Yesterday was all my Christmases and birthdays rolled into one. Liberty fabric and smelly fleeces.

I told you not everyone would understand my excitement.

Hero understands. I honestly believe he thought that there was still a sheep wrapped up in at least one of the fleeces. As the house filled with the fragrance of lanolin and sheep, he was in doggy heaven. He followed me around all day as I processed the fleeces. Involved in every stage. Hoping to greet the sheep, I think. Middle Teen came out to help me as I washed and hung the fleece to dry in the greenhouses. I think she gets it too.

Geeky details

The fleece is from a coloured Ryeland ram. Not one I’ve spun before, so it should be interesting. Hats off to the shearer as they did a fabulous job. It’s springy, soft and smells surprisingly divine. I’ve washed and put it to dry, but it will take a while to be dry enough to spin. Wool can hold 30% of its own weight in water before it even feels damp. It holds it inside the fibre, while excess water is shed quickly by the outside fibre structure. No wonder sheep are happy out in most weathers. Anyway, this is slow crafting and I need to dry it properly.

Added bonus: A wet fleece is heavy so it builds up arm muscles too and counts as exercise. That’s official.

Crafting mojo returned and washing sheep fleece
fleece drying in greenhouse among the peppers and marigolds

Mojo

My farmer friend and I chatted for a while. Discussing sheep and how there were less people using the countryside for recreation than this time last year, when we were restricted. The inappropriate ambitions of some walkers and cyclists. As she made to leave, I asked her if the fleece’s sheep had a name. I was expecting a number, as they have a big flock or two. She looked slightly abashed, which surprised me. Farmers don’t tend to be sentimental. I couldn’t help smiling when she replied and I’m tickled pink by the poetic justice in the name. You won’t believe it. Apparently the sheep, whose fleece did a splendid job of putting a skip back in my step this week, is called none other than “Mojo”.

{drops mic and exits left}

 

Joining in Anne’s lovely word of the week linky. I’m looking forward to seeing what everyone else has been up to. Please go and check out the linky.

Word of the Week linky

 

10 thoughts on “mojo – word of the week

  • Saturday 21 August, 2021 at 1:18 pm
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    I love it….it’s such an amazing feeling when you get your Mojo back and certainly poetic justice that it was Mojo that did just that. Now, pass some of that feeling over to me please…I’m on the verge of buying yarn when I swore I wouldn’t until I’d used most of my stash. I’m doing well, but losing my mojo fast. baaaa!

    • Saturday 21 August, 2021 at 5:37 pm
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      It’s really difficult to resist. So tempting to buy yarn especially for a particular project, even though you already have lots that would almost do. I have no solution. I went through most of my stash when I knitted my last scrappy blanket, which definitely helped.

  • Saturday 21 August, 2021 at 2:40 pm
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    So the fleece doesn’t fall apart while you wash it? Very interesting.

    • Saturday 21 August, 2021 at 5:35 pm
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      Each fibre is quite crimped and they interlink easily, making a fairly strong link en masse. Not easy to clean, but I gave them plenty of soakings. Next stage is to card it, which is basically brushing them into small manageable pieces ready to spin. Hard work and definitely builds up the arm muscles.

  • Saturday 21 August, 2021 at 3:39 pm
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    That sounds like a very sassy cat. I like his attitude.
    The uni prep sounds like it’s going well. Good luck to your eldest.
    It sounds like you were very controlled in Hobbycraft. I always get a little carried away. hehehe
    The fabric looks lovely and I imagine you are going to have fun with the fleeces. It does look like there should still be a sheep among it. Wow! What a perfect name for the sheep it came from x

    • Saturday 21 August, 2021 at 5:39 pm
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      I usually get carried away too, but I really didn’t feel the excitement that day. My mojo had upped and left. Hero was convinced that any minute a sheep would appear and, when it did, he’d be there to welcome it.

  • Saturday 21 August, 2021 at 8:38 pm
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    I loved this post, it made me smile. I have no idea where my mojo has gone, it’s been missing for weeks… however Mojo is a brilliant name for a sheep 😀

    • Sunday 22 August, 2021 at 7:32 am
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      😆 I hope you find your mojo soon. I definitely lose mine when I have too many lists of things to do. It turns out this time my mojo was grazing in a field nearby. Who knew?

  • Tuesday 24 August, 2021 at 8:29 pm
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    That Ferdinand Pichard rose is stunning. Good luck to your eldest with starting university. Glad the new fabric and fleece helped you find your crafting mojo again and I love that the sheep it came from was called ‘Mojo’. Sounds like it was meant to be. #WotW

    • Friday 27 August, 2021 at 5:13 pm
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      Isn’t it beautiful? I love the raspberry ripple pattern. Thank you! It’s quite strange to be the parent this time round and setting her up.

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