spinning


Thanks to the yoyo for letting me borrow her wheel! this is what came from it:

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I’m actually excited about Kid’s Camp now. Yay for me.

And here are those pictures of my feeble spinning-endeavors:

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Just a bit. Three small hanks tonight, in fact. I do mean small, too: 36 yards, 22 yards and 20 yards. Pretty pinky-shades because I have a tone of pinkish-peach-etc. fiber from an Ugly Batt that I ordered on a whim some time ago. I will post pictures, I hope, soon, but right now they’re hanging in the shower, blocking.

I’d take pictures of the hanks hanging out in the shower, but really, it’s not pretty in my shower. Oh. I mean. That makes it sound like I have algae growing in my bathroom or something. I don’t. It’s just a shower with your usual shower features–simply doesn’t do the yarn justice.

My arms are quite sore from all the spinning–36 yards may not seem like much. Certainly not 20 or 22. But when you’ve spun them all in a matter of 2 hours (some of the singles were previously spun)…

Let’s see. Nothing new on the homefront. No pictures because I’m a lazy sort, too.

Awhile back I started this blog-resolution (sort of) to write/research about spinning in America–hand-spindling, to be exact, but wheels would be fine, too. Now I’m officially saving up for a wheel and I’m uber-excited about that. Though it appears I’ve abandoned the idea, I haven’t; yes, I tend to flit from here to there, and I tend to pick up projects and abandon them as quickly as I did them in the first place. Which is quickly.

I’m still kicking around ideas fo research to do with spindling. I learn new things about the art of spinning everyday… it’s the researching the history part that isn’t exactly thrilling me right now. It’s kind of baffling that so little research/study/commentary exists. Well. Maybe not.

It’s the whole “Big H” vs. “little h” history thing. Because Man writes History (historically speaking), things like housework, of course, become petty things, things that don’t magnify Man–in the opinion of Man. How the sweaters of fishermen came to be, or how the bloody socks of the U.S. Revolutionary War were knit by hand by loving mothers, sisters, daughters, wives and lovers–it doesn’t matter. The fact that Man fought the sea and won, conquered fish and ate, fought bloody battles and defeated nations… well. I suppose that’s much more important, eh?

I think of it as a tapestry; we are all tiny threads, and when our lives weave together our singularity: weak, fine and extremely thin: becomes part of a greater whole: a dense fabric, strog and warm, full of rich colors portraying, perhaps, a story through the tapestry’s larger picture. When one sees a tapestry, one most likely does not focus on one thread, or even one small group of thread: one focuses on the thing in its entirety. We do that in our human lives when we look at the humans around us. We have preconceptions and misconceptions about other nations, other cultures; or even within our own cultures, we stereotype on many ends. Our worldview stems beyond looking at one color or one section of the tapestry; we examine this thread of sub-culture or that thread of culture and that thread of ethnic identity.

Fascinating. Really. All that to say, I’m workig on deciphering the threads of the spinning sub-culture, folks.

If anyone has any suggestions toward the subject of spinning merino top, please let me know! I am quickly learning that a drop spindle could just as well be called a throw spindle when in my hands. Some fellow Ravelers were talking about this (well, they called it a “toss-spindle”–I’m not so kind to mine, maybe).

Spin, drop, spin, spin, drop, drop, drop.

They talk about finding a rhythm.

That would be my rhythm

(spin drop

drop spin…)

Syncopated for a little jazzy-snazzy variation on the theme.

I have come to the conclusion that learning to spin is not an endeavor for the faint of heart–in the sense that it takes much practice and much failure before one sees much improvement.

As for the writing: I am still doing that. I’ve given some thought to my fiction these past few days. Hours. Eh. Time is malleable. Oh, but the spin-subject plagues me. Right now, the subject could go so many different ways. If any of you dear readers have a particular burning curiosity that you would like me to follow up on, I’d appreciate any questions, comments, quips, quotes cares or concerns! (Ahem, Teabird, dear Ravelry friend… L, dear long-lost, hope-to-see-again-soon friend, my favorite commenters!!)

Two hanks and one little bit of yarn that is still blocking… yes, I blocked my first yarn:

blocking: after wetting the yarn and gently squeezing out the excess water, I hung the yarn on hangers overnight...

blocking: after wetting the yarn and gently squeezing out the excess water, I hung the yarn on hangers overnight...

I hanked two of them (a two ply blue/black 16 yd. skein and one 9 yd. 3 ply 2 blue/1 black):

My little bitty hanks, side by side--3 ply on right, 2 ply on left.

My little bitty hanks, side by side--3 ply on right, 2 ply on left.

And that is about it, folks. I’m knitting for a change and then I’m going to read and write about all this fiber stuff.

My first "real" yarn on the drop spindle--3 ply, 1 strand black, two blue

My first "real" yarn on the drop spindle--3 ply, 1 strand black, two blue

and then the merino i saved--i know they say it's not a beginner yarn, but i did it anyway!

and then the merino i saved--i know they say it's not a beginner yarn, but i did it anyway!

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