Gretchen (that’s my wheel’s name. It’s a good name for a spinning wheel, isn’t it?) and I are having a fabulous time getting to know each other.
On Friday, we finished our first-ever yarn.
That used to be some beautiful Dyeabolical cheviot roving, that looked like this:
Now, through no fault of its own, it is crappy, uneven, under-spun yarn that looks like this:
I’m sorry, fiber. You deserved better. But thank you for sacrificing yourself to the cause.
I have since learned that cheviot is unique because it is a helix-shaped fiber. And that maybe under-spinning it due to my inexperience was an understandable error.
Still makes me wanna go pout though. Just a bit.
So instead of pouting, I decided to bust out this goodness:
That’s more Dyeabolical, just marked “100% wool”, that Rachel gave me during last summer’s wheel-borrowing adventure. She gave it to me because it was unsellable (read: compacted), but with plenty of pre-drafting I think it’s turning into halfway decent yarn:
I’ve divided the fiber into three approximately-equal sections (thanks to my digital
food yarn scale, and the plan is to make this into a nice round three-ply. Call me stupid, but I’m actually pretty optimistic about this one.
Finally, yesterday I ran into Knitorious for one specific purpose: 4 oz of BFL fiber.
Last summer, my most successful spin by far was BFL, so I figure that one good turn deserves another. Hopefully this will be easy, quick, and (thus) gratifying.
I’m going to attempt to spin that a bit thicker, too – maybe aim to end with a worsted weight? Either just a normal 2-ply, or maybe navajo-plied?
Here is when I start muppetflailing in excitement, and also freaking out a bit because I DON’T KNOW EVERYTHING YET AND HOW CAN I BE EXPECTED TO DO ANYTHING COMPETENTLY WHEN I DON’T KNOW EVERYTHING ABOUT WHAT I’M DOING.
But if that were my attitude, I suppose I’d never learn anything new. And how boring and un-gratifying would life be then?