Body butter recipe


Working outdoors in the winter, Colorado’s dry climate, and processing alpaca fiber all take a toll on my hands. Usually, by this time of year, my hands are so cracked they look like the floor of a dry lake bed.

Not this year! I originally found this creamy, luxurious recipe for beeswax body butter on Pure Natural Diva, and then modified it to suit my needs (ie cheapness). I thought I’d share, because this wonderful stuff is the reason my rough hands don’t catch my yarn any more. Nothing is more frustrating than having fiber that is softer and more delicate than your own skin. Plus, it’s so easy, I don’t know why more people aren’t making their own lotion.

I enjoyed making it so much, I’ve made some for nearly everyone on my Christmas list. I got my containers from thrift stores across town, so they’d be pretty, recycled, and different from each other. I used a few old candle containers that I’d cleaned out, a sugar dish, bath salt bottles and the like. The beeswax I got in a 1 lb block at my local craft store, though I’d rather have gotten it from a local farm. Everything else came from my grocery store, in the “holistic medicine” section. You could also go to one of those vitamin/supplement stores. For one batch, I ran out of coconut oil and used olive oil instead, but it had a much greasier consistency, probably because it’s a liquid at room temperature while coconut oil is not.

The only other note I have for you is this: the fewer dishes this stuff touches, the better. It is really, really hard to clean it up. I got it down to two bowls and a whisk, and while other sites may recommend whipping it in a blender, I DO NOT. I’ll be drinking lavender lotion smoothies for months.

Ingredients:
2 1/2 TBS beeswax
1/4 cup grapeseed oil
1/4 cup coconut oil
1/8 tsp topical Vitamin E oil, or almond oil
3 TBS water
10 drops of an essential oil (for fragrance, I used tangerine oil for cheer, lavender for balance, and patchoui oil for a sensual smell, each in a different batch)

Instructions: Flake or grate beeswax into smaller, melt-able chunks. Combine grapeseed, coconut, and vitamin E oils in a microwave safe container, add beeswax to oils. Microwave until the beeswax is almost completely melted. Pour into cool bowl. Add water and essential oil. Whip with aggressively with a whisk. The mixture will begin to thicken and turn white. To test consistency, dab a drop onto wax paper. If too thick, add more oil, reheat and rewhip. If too thin, add more beeswax, reheat and rewhip.

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Predator and prey dynamics


The relationships between horses and their riders, as well as alpacas and their owners, are fraught with misunderstandings. Although the cowboy view of the horses tended to be a bit less introspective, the “schools of natural horsemanship” that have recently become popular believe that many of these problems are caused by one fundamental difference: we are predators and they are prey.

When I first started riding horses, Mom pointed out to me that one of the most obvious differences between predators and prey is the position of their eyes. Most prey, like horses and alpacas, have eyes on the sides of their heads. That widens their field of vision, allowing them to keep an eye on more of the world around them.

Predators, bobcats and humans being two pertinent examples, have eyes on the front of their faces. This enhances depth perception. Since predators are less worried about what’s in the bushes behind them and more intent on judging the distance between them and food, it’s a logical sort of adaptation.

They say that the eyes are the windows to the soul. Personally, I say that eyes are highly developed sensory organs made of specialized rod and cone cells. Because they are. Yet even with this unromantic view (punny!) of the matter, I often find myself personifying the animals’ behavior. And since we have several thousand years of history between ourselves and prey species, it’s not too much of a stretch. When Tulip rears her head back and glares at me with one eye, it’s probably safe to interpret that as “I’m really uncomfortable with you looking at me. Come one step closer and I will either spit at you or run for it.”

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“Pink”, she said archly.


A woman in a floor-length black dress looked over her bare shoulder, giving a stranger a come-hither half-smile. He drifted towards where she stood, still and silent in a swirl of people. “Who are you?” he asked. “Pink,” she said archly.

I spun this yarn yesterday evening, completely on a whim. It felt like it had a story, so in what is sure to be marketing’s least favorite name to date, I’m calling it: ‘ “Pink”, she said archly’.

Pink is my least favorite color. But the Archie’s grey suri tones it down. Silk and suri alpaca fiber make for very fine, lace weight yarn. It’s practically string.

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Alpaca bio: Merlin


Now, if you know our family even a little, you’re thinking “Of course they have an alpaca named Merlin. They’re practically witches/wizards themselves.” Funny thing is, Merlin (or Merly, as he is sometimes called) came to us with his name, his wizened face, and his sweet nature. I guess he was just meant to be part of the family.

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An order, almost filled


A dear friend ordered a hat and scarf set months ago. She’s nearly single-handedly kept Cliff House afloat, so I wish we’d be able to fill it faster.

The scarf’s already done, and this pic was taken last Thursday, so hopefully, that hat is done now! Mom is calling it “Patty’s Party Hat”, because it’s cheery like Patty’s personality. So here’s a shout out to Patty: Thanks for being a loyal, patient, friend of Cliff House (and me!).

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I officially have no life


For awhile now, I’ve been wondering how much yarn I’ve spun since I started. I’ve only been doing this for about a year, and I didn’t keep track of my work on the drop spindle, but I have detailed records about everything I’ve ever spun on a wheel. Unfortunately, these records were all in the form of scribbles in a water stained notebook. So, I decided to go all high-tech and put them in a spreadsheet. Here are my totals:

Total yardage of 2 ply yarn: 8505 yds
Total yardage of singles spun: 17010 yds
Beaded 2 ply yarn spun: 2295 yds
Average yards in a skein: 197 yds

I’ve spun nearly 5 miles of yarn since August of 2010. Since each finished yard represents a yard of single on one bobbin, a yard on the other bobbin, and a yard of plied yarn, around 14.5 miles of yarn have passed through my hands in the last year.

Whoa. Ok, let’s take this one terrifying step further. Using how long it took me to spin last night as a rather low ball estimate of how much time is involved in the spinning alone (5 hours for 100 yards of finished yarn), this means I’ve spent:

425.25 hours spinning OR
17.7 full, 24 hour days spinning OR
2.5 solid weeks spinning

Wow. Just. Wow. I’m not sure if I’m proud of that.

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Filling a holiday order


I finally get to use this bright blue roving I bought awhile ago! It’s one of my favorite rovings to date, and it should look brilliant spun into Archie. I’m thinking “Ice, Ice Baby” as a name.

I woke up in a terrible mood this morning. Luckily, my inner smart alec makes staying grumpy difficult. My internal dialog as I walked into work went something like this:

Me: “I’m feeling foul this morning”
Me2: “Funny, you don’t look like a chicken”
Me: “That’s not even funny, self, and I’m not laughing.”
Me2: “They say happy people aren’t people who never get sad, just people who cheer themselves up faster. So cheer up, silly pants.”
Me: “Don’t call me names, and I do not feel like cheering myself up, so shut up.”

Once I realize that I’ve been arguing with the voices in my head about inner peace, I feel too ridiculous to take myself seriously, and I have to give up on the angst.

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Magic Words


This is my least favorite product of this weekend’s flurry of productivity.

It’s not BAD or anything. In fact, the spinning is some of my best work. I was expecting more out of the beads, though. The whole thing turned out rather more subtle than I was expecting.

It’s Mikayla’s fiber carded with purple silk. The clear beads are strung on black embroidery silk. I settled on “Magic Words” as a name…even though it’s dangerously close to “effervescent sparkly unicorn fairy dust” levels of cheese.

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Gold Vein


Despite a couple of migraines, it was a productive weekend for me. I did a “media fast”, and didn’t watch tv, play video games, or get on the internet. Here’s my favorite product of all that spare time:

It’s 100% alpaca (from Marcello), plied with a variegated gold silk thread. Those gold beads from the bead spinner post are strung on the silk thread.

This is one of my favorite yarns I’ve ever spun, I think. It’s just the perfect amount of sparkly on top of a such a rich natural color. Plus, look at that twist!

I love it when I nail the twist. Too little, and the yarn looks kind of ropy and unfinished. Too much, and it has so much energy that it won’t lay flat. But this yarn is just right.

ooooo….I could name it “Goldilocks and the three alpacas”. Let’s see what marketing thinks of that one.

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Marcello: defender of the ranch


Saturday morning was…interesting at the ranch. Mom was cleaning (as always), when all of the alpacas started chirping in alarm. Normally one or two will chirp when they spot something amiss, like deer at the top of the driveway or a bunny in the turnout. Having the whole herd chittering away is kind of like being stuck in the middle of a flock of supersized starlings. In this video, you can hear what a call sounds like, imagine that multiplied by 10.

Mom rushed out into the paddock to see what was wrong, and saw that a coyote had come right to the edge of the turnout. While the rest of the alpacas stood back and carried on, Marcello charged forward. He ran to the edge of the fence, and with only feet (and a strong, high fence) between him and the coyote, he reared back on his hind legs and began stamping the ground. The coyote decided he had something important to do somewhere else, turned tail and ran.

The coyote was not much of a danger to the herd. The babies are about twice the size of a coyote at this point. In fact, he was probably hunting Brittany’s archnemisis, the bunnies. But I’m still surprised that Marcello would defend his ground so aggressively. Alpacas aren’t really known for their excellent defense mechanisms (ptooe! I spit on you!).

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