Three Weeks

I’m still spinning yarn over here on mostly daily basis. Still spinning to spin, to catch a rhythm, to move my hands, to make yarn. Since I only have one spindle that I like to use, I wind the freshly spun single off onto to a dowel to free up the spindle. My singles get to rest and I get to keep spinning. It’s a win-win. Three weeks and I’ve covered all 13 of my dowels with half-finished yarn. Time to free up some storage space.

This bit of purple wool was the first thing I spun when I picked up the spindle again. So many questions were going through my head. How much yardage would I get? Should I ply it and should it be 2-ply or Navajo? I hadn’t the slightest idea what to do which worried me but eventually decided I’d figure it out later. Three weeks have gone by and the decision was no where near as stressful. It’s staying a single. No second thoughts about it.

Finally had a reason to dig out my niddy-noddy. It’s been wrapped in plastic for far too long.

While winding the first skein, I decided my second bit of spinning would get the single treatment too.

They both got their own bath and were set out to dry. A drying rack and cans of assorted coconut products “blocked” the yarn and helped balance the twist. 

I have a question. Does weighting yarn while it dries actually balance twist or just hide it until the yarn is knitted?

Dry! Finally! You have no idea how much I wanted to used a hair dryer to speed up the process. Also, the yarn is no longer doing its best “Z” impression. 

They’ve been a long time coming but these are my first two skeins since I picked up the spindle again. I’ve petted them. I’ve squeezed them. I’ve buried my face in them them and inhaled. That last bit probably made me look a bit crazy but I can’t be the only one that does that. Right? Someone, please tell me you do that too. If not, you should.

What I’m trying to say is that I don’t regret trying my hand at spindling and spending my time learning to spin. I love it. I want to keep doing it. I want to research and experiment and go wild. I want to keep making yarn and, occasionally, wearing it like a mustache. That’s just the kind of lady I am.