Spinning and Knitting
Last night, after I finally finished the previous project and my eyes were simply exhausted trying to fix those nasty little weft floats, I dragged my Jensen spinning wheel over to my computer, stoked up a movie on netflix and sat down with a basket of alpaca, silk and mohair roving. I kind of mushed it all together with my hands before heading over to the drum carder (couldn’t watch netflix at this point, however) and carding it all a couple of times, not very neatly. I then sat down a spun a ball of this stuff. I have to admit I was getting a little bored spinning white fiber and I really could not wait to finish because I wanted to see how it would knit up. What I really wanted was a warm scarf. I seem to make a lot of pretty scarves out of hand-dyed, hand-spun silk but I’ve never made one out of alpaca. The whole process took quite a while because it was about two o’clock when my husband emerged in my doorway wondering why the heck I hadn’t gone to bed four hours ago, at my bedtime (I don’t stay late). But I was just so taken with spinning and the idea of knitting what I had spun that I could not stop spinning until this ball of yarn was done. I like that feeling. In fact I am dreaming up a post about feeling blocked and feeling open when it comes to creativity. For me, it’s often the difference between a good day and a bad day. Sure, other things can factor in, but if I am feeling dead creatively I have a hard time making it through the day with a bounce in my steps. Later on that. Now look at that beautiful spinning wheel below.
|That’s my beautiful Jensen, my only wheel.|
|My ball of yarn and some knitting.|
|Just the knitting . . . I love the lace feeling of it.|