Friday, April 28, 2006

Wrist Distaff


wrist distaff
Originally uploaded by invinciblegirl.
I've made a note on the photo of how to create this, but this is how I did it, just so in case someone else is looking. I have no idea of the practicality or lack there of of my particular interpretation from other people's pictures, but this is what I did.

I had some Paton's Merino lying around from ages ago, and figured that I would use that (I am not particularly obsessed with the loveliness of my tools, just in case you were wondering why I used an orange in the babyshit hue family). So I cut 5 equidistant lengths (longer than you would think, because they need to be long enough to single crochet (in my case with my fingers) into a length long enough to fit around your wrist and have 4-5 inches of droop down on the bottom. After you're done, tie a knot in the bottom.

I attached beads to the bottom stringies, which I guess helps with weighing it down and keeping your fiber from crawling all over your arm.

Really, so worth it to make one. So, SO worth it. It just goes to show that 99% of the difficulty of doing something when it comes to knitting/fiber/spinning, blah is working up the confidence to figure "what's the worst that can happen"?


Spun Single
Originally uploaded by invinciblegirl.


This is what that looks like when it is spun and set. I have been using part of a disassembled sconce setup that we got from Bed, Bath, and Beyond a long time ago. The architecture was basically a metal rail that you screwed into the wall, and then you hooked these three things with candleholder bases at the bottom of varying lengths onto it. We lost the rail, but still have the hangy parts, which works perfectly to weigh down the yarn while drying.



Plying
Originally uploaded by invinciblegirl.

And this is what I am currently actually doing on the spindle. I am basically standing in my theater room, watching a rerun of Footballer's Wives (god, that show, she is the crack rock) and letting balls of singles roll around the floor while I try my damnedest to make sure that one isn't wrapping around the other, but that they wrap around EACH other. Plying is a fucking pain in the ass.

Thursday, April 27, 2006

Spinning

I have been having a middling time spinning on the drop spindle. I think that my problem is that I was working really hard on getting thin singles so I could ply them into thin yarn because I am not a fan of bulky yarn and I wanted something delicate and hand spun, like a scarf or a shawl or something.

Well, I don't think my drop spindling skillz are really going to cut it.

I have a bunch of unplied singles that are lying around - they're some kind of wool, kind of soft (I wish I could remember what it was) in a heathered green color. I tried plying it and almost killed myself, my cats, my yarn, and the television in my fits of complete rage.

Boy, I like the drafting/spinning part, but plying just pisses me off.

So I broke up with that fiber for a while, and decided after a long hiatus from spinning that I would try the other fiber I got - this Interlacements color way. The dying is gorgeous, and I'm finding it a little nicer to spin - I think the staple length is longer than the other stuff. But I know that the plying is going to kill me again, and I am trying not to think about it.

I did improve my spinning experience by about 150% last night, after I decided to make a wrist distaff because draping fiber over my shoulder and then dropping it and getting it all caught on my spinning was infuriating me and making for some very odd furry yarn blobs.

Makes a huge difference. HUGE. Now I can contain my fiber and use my left hand just for drafting. I had no idea.

Chip is still making fun of me for wanting a wheel, even though I am bugging him nonstop about it every time the discussion of my birthday or Christmas comes up because seriously, it is all I want and I wish he would just get it for me.

I made the mistake of mentioning that as a long-term goal, after I became a proficient enough spinner on the wheel (which yes, I realize, will take years), I wouldn't mind learning how to weave, and maybe getting a loom.

Oh, the Amish jokes. They never stop being funny. "Ha ha, we should get you a butter churn after that."