Take that, people. I have plied yarn, and I have documented its plying (or the aftermath, at least).
But first, cats cannot be trusted with sealed bags of loose ends, apparently. This one had a cat-induced hernia:
Leftover yarn, yes, but cats are in big trouble.
Anyway. Here it is, in all its windy, lumpy glory:
Woo-frakking-hoo. I got it all horribly tangled at one point, but corrected it with an hours worth of cursing and knot-unraveling.
Here is a detail shot:
Not bad! Really uneven in some places, and kind of fuzzy, but it will do! I will knit it into a scarf before anyone has a chance to scrutinize it closely, so the various knots throughout are hidden oh-so-cleverly.
I am working on my next handspun now. This is the best craft ever.
By day, I'm a graphic designer. By night, I'm a knitter. I'm doing my part to keep Hotlanta stylish.
I imagine that if you don't already understand the title of the blog, you're probably confused and perhaps slightly annoyed, but never fear - I do have a reason (and it's a good one). Having gone to hear Stephanie Pearl McPhee, and then having been inspired to blog about knitting, I found myself wondering what to call the blog. I recalled a conversation I had with Mouse and the Chicken Goddess about why it is a Bad Idea to anger knitters - this conversation was following SPM, aka the Yarn Harlot telling the assembled throng about Those Who Do Not Understand Knitting and Therefore Belittle It Much to the Chagrin of Others, or TWDNUKTBMCO, which is not the acronym she used but is the one I'm using because I forgot hers - that is, we are numerous and we all have very pointy sticks, easily transforming into an angry mob.
Therefore, knitters = angry mob.
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