Swaddle me in linen

Green linen pants front detail

Is there anything better than linen? I mean, really.

Alright, maybe wool, but linen is a very close second.

Green linen pants back detail

A warm sun + light breeze + drapey linen pants. Hot damn.

Green linen pants full

I had some momentary reservations about the “topography” of the back view on these babies and I searched the internet for crotch length adjustments and wedgies. This got me thinking about unibutts vs. distinct buttocks. Funny that I feel oppositely about unibrows and uniboobs.

The final verdict though: a full work day in these pants kept me cool and comfy and swishy and all full up of linen-y happiness.

Green linen pants back full

  • Pattern: Burda 6906
  • Fabric: Linen and viscose blend
  • Size: 12 (38)
  • Notes: Lengthened by at least a couple inches: got a nice 4 inch hem.
  • Also pictured: self-drafted white racer-back tank. Eternal question: how does anyone keep bright white looking bright white anyhow?

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In memoriam

Flax Linen Handspun Yarn

I had reserved Sunday morning for plying, as I’m sure many do. It’s not my favourite activity, but I was determined to get my linen singles off the bobbin and into a skein. My first 100g bobbin had languished for quite some time, and I’d worked hard this past week to get the second half spun up.

I plied my way through a podcast, and niddy-noddied through part of another. My deltoids were nice and toasty warm by the end.

I double checked with the all-knowing internet that I should be boiling this thing before throwing it into the magic cauldron. I added a teaspoon or two of washing soda and a glug of Dr. Bronners.

And simmer, simmer, simmer away she went. (I gotta say, there was something deliciously honey-like to the smell of my linen worm spaghetti.)

Flax Linen Handspun Yarn in water

And then…

Disaster.

A loud POP. A shatter.

The glass lid to my (cheap ass) pot had imploded, sending little shards and squares of glass in every direction. The bulk of the centre of the lid had fallen straight down into the water turning my yarn into a glittery, barbed mess.

Here’s the thing: I know this feeling. I’ve learned this lesson before. I can still relive the interminable instant when that heavy cylindrical piece of kiln furniture keeled over onto my precious clay crab, knocking its right claw clean off its body. It’s one of those slow-mo realizations about the linear nature of time. Nope, no take-backs. No do-overs. And no freaking way to pick out each microscopic piece of evil glass that didn’t even exist mere moments ago!

I do eventually get to some trite place of peace. It’s the journey, Allison. The fields of flax are already sprouting anew. Kumbaya.

Yes, but it still hurts.


  • Fibre: 100% flax top – natural brown, from The Fibre Garden
  • Weight: 200g, lace/fingering, two ply
  • Length: 736 yards in two skeins
  • Notes: First flax experience. A 2014 Christmas gift from family. Spun with damp fingers.

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