I have been a bad blogger lately, but I’ve been a great spinner.
Following on the heels of my incredible sock success (the 4-day Monkeys), I decided to get busy spinning yarn. First, I finished off that logwood-dyed wool I bought at last year’s Sheep and Wool festival:
Remember this stuff? Well, I got sick of finding it in drawers, unspun, so I finished it off and learned navajo plying in the process:
All of it! Spun! I have no niddy noddy so I have no idea how much I’ve got, but it’s quite a lot. I navajo-plyed it because it’s kind of scratchy and I didn’t want to use it to make socks. Maybe a hat.
But it’s lovely to look at:
Or it would be if my camera was not so lame.
And then I was all excited and spun some cotton I haven’t photographed, which gave me the energy to spin up the Miss Bab’s roving (BFL top, unspecified colorway) that the Hockey Mom gave me at this past year’s Christmas party, and now I have (I hope) a skein of sock yarn:
It may not be a whole skein, but it sure is fingering weight:
Yeah. You saw that right. That’s a penny.
I’m kind of smug about this because when I first started spinning, I looked at other spinners’ yarns and was flabbergasted. How in the world did they manage to spin such fine yarn? And especially on a drop spindle! (I’m looking in your direction, Tsarina.) I’m still pretty flabbergasted, especially when it comes to figuring out how I managed to do the same. With a drop spindle! I have no idea.
Apparently wrestling with slippery, fiddly, cursed cotton is what it takes to spin up beautiful wool. And Miss Bab’s roving. Which, I might add, is pure bliss to spin. Such long fibers! Such beautiful colors! (And my spindle isn’t half bad, either.)
The CG offered to sell me her wheel and I think I’m going to take her up on it.