December 24, 2009

A Little French Triumph

I wanted to start writing this post about my most recent knitting milestone.  Possibly the only “real” milestone I’ve ever had — my first pair of socks went along pretty smoothly, start to finish, as did a pair of fingerless mitts before them as did a couple of scarves before that.  I knit four shawls for the ladies in my wedding party by simply casting on and knitting along until I finished the pattern.  But sweaters?  Somehow, sweaters are my achilles heel of knitting.  Not because I’m not capable   Those have always given me trouble.   I cast them on with great gusto, even manage to knit most of the body… and then it comes to shaping the neckline and knitting the sleeves and well, I stall.  Every time.  Until now.

This, my friends (assuming that somewhere, someone is actually reading this blog), is my first finished sweater.  Knitted and blocked and ends woven and pretty ribbon through the eyelets at the neckline and everything.  I wore it to lunch the day after it came off the needles.  It worked. 

The pattern is Louisa from French Girl Knits, the yarn is Sundara Aran Silky Merino in Polar Ice — acquired last February from the somewhat infamous (if you read certain forums on Ravelry) Crusade Against Winter Gloom with a few modifications.  Since my yarn was a ligher weight than recommended by the pattern and a fiber I knew would grow during blocking (how does silk do that, anyway?), I sized all of the needles down by 1 mm diameter and just followed the pattern’s suggestions for lengths of various parts of the garment.  I did a couple of extra lace repeats on the sleeves (which I knit as I came to them in the round where they were to be attached to the body) and I added one right side and one wrong side short row to the sleeve cap.

It took me about 500 yards (2.5 skeins) of yarn to finish which means there very well might be a fluffy tam or some matching cable and lace long fingerless mitts coming along in the future.

One of these days, I’ll model it for someone who’s handy with a camera.  Or I’ll get a dress form to model my handiwork for me.  For now, you’ll just have to imagine.

I think the best part of knitting this sweater (that I didn’t realize would be the best part and ultimately the part that enabled me to finish) was that the garment is seamless.  I never thought seaming would bother me; when I’m not knitting or spinning, I love to sew, but apparently there’s something about the idea of creating a bunch of pieces of fabric only to have to do a lot of finishing of them that fights my typical process of knitting.  It’s not a goal-oriented process, in an absolute sense, but I do look forward to that shiny new FO.  Unfortunately, most of the time, I’d prefer it if the finished object just sort of fell off the needles, complete and ready to wear as soon as the last stitch were bound off.  

I suppose it speaks to my greature nature as someone who prefers to pursue things only until she tires of or gets bored with them, instead of the person who must absolutely, all the time and at all costs finish what she starts.

Meanwhile, I’m working on my next sweater, Wrenna from the same book as this sweet little creation knit in Malabrigo Chunky in “Paris Night.”

 

December 2, 2009

Time Keeps on Slippin’, Slippin away…

Flickr tells me that I meant to write this post a more than a week ago.  At least, that’s when I took and edited and uploaded the photos for it.  And suddenly here it is, December, and I’m just getting to the writing now.

Better late than never, right?

I suppose I’ve been dragging my feet because I really don’t have any revelations for this post.  Of any kind.  I’ve done a bit of spinning (and hey, I’m getting better… I finally made a 3-ply long-draw yarn that I don’t completely hate!) and spun the first of 3 bobbins for a worsted-spun 3-ply hopefully fingering weight yarn in yummy shades of red and green and white superwash merino.  So far, the singles look pretty good and the fiber, from Freckle Face Fibers is soft and creamy and delightful and happily not at all matted in the way that some spinning fiber can get.   So far, I don’t have any photos to show you.  But hopefully I’ll take some in the not terribly distant future.

I also finished the first of the Mitts that Need a Name. It took almost exactly 100 yards of handspun sport-weight (ish) yarn, comes almost right up to my elbow and I love it dearly. I’ve started the second one and basically only have to do the increases for the hand, thumb, ribbing and bind off. Which would be easier if I’d been intelligent enough to write out the pattern as I went instead of simply making semi-cryptic notes about my process on Ravelry. On the other hand, now I can make an attempt at pattern-writing, write up the pattern and test-knit it on some other skein of soft, squishy sport-weight yarn. Maybe some leftover Bugga! (assuming I ever finish those socks that have been in hibernation for nearly a year…) or… something.  If you have any yarn suggestions, do send them my way!

I also went back to the wonderful world of the Knitalong and, for what I think is the first time in my knitalong life, finished my project not only on time, but a whole week early!  I couldn’t be happier with the way my Elegant Eunixi (Rav link) turned out.  The yarn is beautiful, the pattern is challenging and engaging but not bothersome, my finished socks are squishy soft and comfy and I got to watch a lot of period drama while making them.  For those of you who like that sort of thing, I highly recommend the BBC Miniseries of Cranford with Judi Dench.  It’s wonderful.  (Of course, I’d say that about pretty much anything in which Judi Dench features prominently… she falls into the category of actors who could probably entrance me with a dramatic reading of the phonebook but that’s rather beside the point).

Now the biggest question is what to cast on next?  Lace?  Another pair of socks?  Whatever my next handspun yarn that I haven’t even approached finishing yet dictates?  Really, I’m sort of hungering for a sweet little cardigan of some kind, probably made out of Sundara Fingering Silky Merino, but beyond that, I’m sort of stuck.  I like the idea of Pas de Valse, but I don’t think I have enough yarn.  I know that whatever it is, it needs to be soft and cuddly and very wearable with maybe a few little lace accents and not much seaming.  (No, I’m not picky at all, why do you ask?)

It still amazes me that with all the patterns out there and all the ones being created how easy it is to want something that is actually quite different from the easily findable.

November 12, 2009

Just a few of my favorite things…

I love handspinning. Really. The more I do it, the more I love it. (It might help that I’m getting better at this whole yarn-making process and actually starting to produce yarns that I’m excited about knitting with, too, but that’s beside the point). My most recent yarn is one that’s designed to stripe in long, Noro-style repeats… and I couldn’t be happier with how it came out. Dense and smooth with a nice sheen.

Suffice it to say, I couldn’t wait to knit with it.

Until I started looking for patterns and realized that nothing quite matched what I had in my mind’s eye. Arm warmers, definitely, because I didn’t manage to make quite enough yardage for socks and because it’s that time of year… but something sort of sophisticated and something that would show off all of the color and striping in the yarn while still being an engaging knit. After a bit of thoroughly unsuccessful digging, I decided that maybe it was time to do a bit of designing. (The world is lacking in interesting patterns that play nicely with slow-striping yarns… and I just wasn’t feeling the homey Noro Scarf that everyone and their brother was knitting last winter and the winter before that).

Thus, the Ribs and Scales mitts (affectionately known as Twisted Mermitts — alternate pattern title suggestions more than welcome) were born.

The design is a work in progress… but basically, it pulls together several of my favorite elements. Twisted stitches (I love the texture that they create, and although this is my first time working with Bavarian Twisted Stitch Knitting patterns, once I got used to the logic of how the symbols work, it seems like a really handy way to write patterns), cabling — okay, I don’t like actually doing the cabling that much while knitting, but I’m willing to overlook that fact because I love the look of it so much, asymmetry and textural contrasts. The idea is to have cuff of twisted rib, three ribbed “racing stripes” down the inside of each arm and a knotted cable detail traveling along the outside of each arm and over the outer edge of the top of the hand. Detailed, but not effeminate. Plays well with stripes by virtue of being interesting but not complicated… Oh, and the boundaries give me a handy place to hide the decreases for shaping so that I (hopefully!) get a good fit.

Now if only I were coordinated enough to cable without a cable needle… (my mind grasps the concept. My fingertips do not… and every attempt has wound up with so much time spent dropping stitches and picking them up and ripping and tinking and otherwise fixing mistakes that it takes me about four rounds, and often less, to give up and return to my trusty cable needles).

I’m looking forward to watching these grow up into full knitted objects. The joy to be had in not only designing and knitting one’s own project, but planning and spinning the yarn for it as well is not to be underestimated.

November 10, 2009

The Paradox of Choice (otherwise known as: Stash Chagrin).

I had what I would probably call the strangest experience of my knitting life last week.  I found myself without a project (not that everything I’ve been working on or started in the past few years is off the needles, mind you, far from it… but a lot of them have been relegated to hibernation until I find a suitable amount of masochism desire to finish them), wanting to start something new and being totally at a loss. I looked at my stash and my stash intimidated me.  It’s chock full of beautiful yarn waiting to be knit and somehow I found myself desperately wanting to hide from it all, afraid to choose, afraid to wind… like something in the prior six months of basically having what I was going to knit and what yarn I was going to knit it with all mapped out had broken the part of my brain that delights in matching yarns to projects.

I have a queue on Ravelry with well over one hundred projects in it, yet I couldn’t seem to choose even one of them.

At first, I blamed my commencophobia on my dreams of designing.  I reasoned that the reason nothing was exciting me was because I really wanted to design a sock or a shawl or even a pair of armwarmers and I just didn’t have the time to do it right now.  Then I blamed the size of my stash.  Or the size of my queue.  Then on to my desire to just spin and knit things out of my lovely handspun yarn.

This, I realized, is the knitter’s version of the Paradox of Choice.  (You know, that idea that arises from that story about the woman from somewhere very rural who goes to an urban supermarket and who, when she sees 30 different kinds of cottage cheese for the first time just starts bawling because there are suddenly so many decisions to make?)  It felt utterly daunting to make a choice among so many beautiful things because there were so many choices I could make, all of which had the possibility of making me delightfully happy… but which would make me happiest?  It felt so daunting, in fact, that it took me several days and a knitalong to make a decision.  (Does this happen to anyone else?)

I decided to turn to Ravelry for help and noticed that one of the knitalong groups to which I belong had, much to my delight, selected as this month’s pattern Cookie A’s Eunice.  Eunice is a pattern I’ve admired and wanted to knit since I first bought Sock Innovation back in April and I’m glad that time and life conspired to have me searching for a project when a group of people were planning to knit it altogether.  Project chosen, deadline set… life is good.  Until I realized that, although I loved the idea of this sock in a particular color of Malabrigo Sock, I didn’t actually have that color in my stash.  (Sign number one that one’s stash has gotten out of hand:  you really, wholeheartedly believe that you have a particular yarn in it and are genuinely surprised to find that, in fact, you do not, and wonder how on earth such a thing is possible given the size of the stash in question).  Which sent me on a search for another suitable yarn.  I ended up choosing Sundara Sock in the Limited Edition colorway “Comfy Elegance.”  It’s pretty dark, so it obscures some of the more delicate bits of the pattern… but I’m still ending up with a delightfuly soft, squishy sock that feels both comfy and elegant indeed.  And, assuming I finish the first sock by the end of the week, I’ll be right on target for finishing by the end of the month!

I’ve discovered that I’m truly grateful (in a whole new way) for Ravelry, especially for groups that help those of us in our indecisive moments ease into a decision.

(Oh, and I have a pretty FO to show you.  That Filigree Scarf I  started a few weeks ago?  All done and blocked.  Blocking helped it a lot, actually — it’s soft and surprisingly drapey given the amount of bounce in my yarn.  Thank you to handspun for teaching me how to knit things that are outside the comfort zone of my standard list of patterned socks and drapey lace shawls).

I’m pretty pleased, all in all.  And kind of amazed that I’ve actually managed to spin yarn that turned into a complete project… and one that I like, no less!  (Still working on that consistency thing, though… it’ll come with time and practice and several more classes.  I hope.)

October 30, 2009

Taking class, doing homework and Hey, I learned something…

I finished my homework for the Camel/Silk Spinning Dream Team class I wrote about a couple of entries ago on Sunday night, mostly to reassure myself that I do, in fact, know something about spinning and can make a lovely plied yarn if I so choose. In doing so, I discovered that while I really like the sheen and finish that a worsted draw produces (and my singles are a whole lot more consistent with that draw than with any other sort of a draw I’ve tried, probably because it inches along more slowly and because I’ve spent a great deal more time practicing it), I really do not like the experience of spinning this particular fiber combination with that style of draw.

What I found when spinning this worsted was that the fibers were actually really hard to compact.  Camel is short and downy, and silk is long and slinky and really slippery.  This meant that the fibers pretty much loved the idea of splaying out in every direction and I had to go very very slowly to rein them in and make the sort of tight, neat thread that worsted spinning is supposed to yield.  The whole experience presented a pretty solid argument for adding something to the fiber before spinning it that would make it a little stickier.  Since silk weakens considerably when wet, I probably wouldn’t add water… but I think that perhaps a gentle detergent, or using dyed silk top, where the fibers have had a little bit of opportunity to become misaligned and stuck together by dye molecules and mordants and so on would help matters tremendously.

(That said, the soft, silky, squishy loveliness of this fiber in general is pretty darn amazing).

In other news, I’ve been spinning a very colorful bit of loveliness from A Verb for Keeping Warm.  The fiber is Blue Faced Leicster, the colorway is called Mermaid, and oh yeah, my yarn will knit up in long slowly-changing stripes, sort of like Noro does.  (You have no idea how excited I am that my grasp on how spinning and plying works and my confidence in my own spinning has progressed to the point that I actually got brave enough to attempt to control the way color behaved in my spinning.  I’m almost giddy with excitement about this).

I’m also apparently in a stripe phase at the moment; despite having considered many possible pairings for the Transition Gloves (Ravelry link), which I’ve wanted to knit for at least a year and a half, I wound up deciding that they might actually look really cool in two contrasting colors of Noro Silk Garden sock (a very neutral one and a colorful one with lots of greens and purples and magentas in it).  The weather here has just turned cold enough that I’m wanting hats and scarves and armwarmers… (and tasty soups made of sweet potatoes and butternut squash and so on).  I love autumn.

October 26, 2009

Learn to Love the One You’re With

It occurs to me that if I’d written this post two days ago, it would have been a much different post than the one I’m about to write.  I would have told you all about how I learned the hard way that I know absolutely nothing about plying and that, wonder of wonders (even though it should be common sense) plying actually makes a really huge difference as to what sort of finished yarn you get.

Apparently, so do the (relative?) ages of the singles.

I’ve been spinning like crazy lately… my fibre stash appears to be multiplying rather quickly as I get excited about the potential to be had in a whole host of new fibers and fiber combinations and color combinations and am discovering, much to my surprise, that I can actually, with a little thought and planning control things like color shifts and weight and fluffiness and so on.

The yarn I am about to show you does not reflect this, of course.  My most recent creation taught me a lot about plying.  And a little about how to love the yarn that I create.   The yarn off to the right there is a two-ply, more or less fingering-weight yarn made from worsted-spun singles.  The fiber is a lovely hand-dyed preparation of merino/silk combed top from Hedgehog Fibres.  I spun it on the smallest ratio my wheel has (around 14:1) and went to a slightly lower ratio (11:1 or so) for plying.

It came off the wheel looking, erm…  rather lively.  “No problem,” I thought, as I skeined it… “it’ll all settle neatly into place when I wash it.”  Well, it didn’t exactly settle neatly into place.  I wound up with a yarn with lots of little micro twists; one where there isn’t enough structure in the ply to even remotely keep the singles locked in place.  Oops.  And when I pulled it out of its bath and twirled and thwacked it in my bathroom, I hated it.  I really hated it.  I thought it was ugly disaster yarn and that I was a hopeless spinner.

Then my stubborn Norwegian blood took over, and not to be beaten by my spinning wheel, I finished the remaining singles, studied my yarn and pondered what sorts of changes I could make from the first hank to the second hank, in order to get something more like the yarn that I want.

I decided that, among factors I could control, there certainly wasn’t nearly enough twist in my plying.  (I mean.  All those teeny extra loops…  I figured I could at least solve those by going a little slower and making sure the ply structure was holding my very energetic singles firmly in place).  For the second hank, I plied a lot more carefully.  I held the singles under somewhat better tension … my hands are still learning that part and I don’t really have the kind of Lazy Kate to do that little bit for me.  And at least this time, even though I wound up with a very bouncy hank where the yarn seems to want to twist up on itself just about everywhere (really.  If I wanted to, I could wear this hank as some sort of weird, avant-garde ice princess necklace.  I’m sure it’d be very stylish.  Other than that whole not really being water-resistant thing…), the singles aren’t twisting between the plies.

I’m counting that a victory.

I’m also glad I waited a couple of days to write this post.  Two days ago, I hated the yarn that came out of its finishing bath.  Today… I’m pretty happy with it.  It isn’t the yarn that I wanted to spin.  It isn’t what I’d been thinking about or setting out to do.  But it is soft and squishy with a nice bit of sheen… and it’s even held up to a bit of abuse so I can actually sort of see turning it into a funky scarf or a fluffy tam or something similar.

Meanwhile I’m reassuring myself as to my ability to make slightly less crimpy yarns by finishing up my homework from last week’s Spinning Dream Team class.

October 21, 2009

All part of the process

“Now, [not knitting with your handspun] is truly a crime,” my spinning teacher told me recently.  “You learn so much more about spinning that way!”

(I’ve been taking spinning classes.  I intend to take more of them.  I like the teacher and the community… and for some reason, spinning feels like something I have to learn from a teacher.  Perhaps because it is at once highly cerebral and highly kinesthetic and I learn kinesthetic things better from actual physical teachers.  Or maybe I just have a cerebral sort of a teacher and that’s why I like learning from her.  Somehow, though, knitting has never been that way for me).

One sentence led me to change how I looked at my first wheelspun.  I’d been treating it as if it were made of gold or platinum or like some yarn I’d had to spend hours or days or weeks or months searching for… waiting for the perfect project to drop into my lap that would show off the yarn to its best advantage and be a dream to knit besides.

Then I realized something.  It’s my first yarn.  It varies in thickness from laceweight to worsted (though it mostly hovers somewhere between a fingering weight and a sportweight).  The singles have a pretty tight twist and the plying is tight on top of that.  I set the twist with steam instead of with water.  It’s pretty, and it’s interesting, and it turns out that it looks and knits sort of like a very fine boucle’ yarn.

(Yes.  I found a pattern and cast on when I realized that with all the gift knitting in my life, I really do deserve a bit of selfish knitting).

Last night, I started this simple Fabulous Filligree Scarf (ravelry link).  I knew I had somewhere in the neighborhood of 250 yards (well over what the pattern called for, but I’m knitting it on slightly smaller needles, so I think to get the right finished size, it will all balance out nicely) of yarn to work with, it didn’t require much in the way of picking up stitches and incorporated a lot of garter stitch with a little bit of lace detailing.  Mostly, I hate knitting garter stitch.  Because it’s boring.  But, I figured that I didn’t really know what this yarn was going to do, and that it was multicoloured and somewhat uneven… and if it turned out to be also unbalanced, well, garter stitch hides “flaws” pretty well.  I can save the gorgeous drapey constructions for when I’m a better spinner. So far, it’s going well.  I (mostly) like the yarn and the pattern and how they play together, though I’m used to knitting things that are soft and delicate and this doesn’t really feel that way so I keep thinking that I should turn it into a placemat or a drink cushion or something.  Despite all my tight spinning, the knitted fabric is pretty squishy.  I’m kind of looking forward to seeing what will happen to it when I wash and block it.

Meanwhile, on the subject of “becoming a better spinner,” I’ve been taking spinning classes.  I was really excited when Kristine, of A Verb for Keeping Warm announced, after Sock Summit, that she was starting a class series called the “Spinning Dream Team” (though personally, I think of it as Fiber College).  The idea of the class is to choose one fiber and spin it four different ways using two different draws and knit each of the four finished yarns into a gauge swatch.  This is pretty much perfect for my understands-the-world-best-through-lists-and-categories personality, especially as it means I can try fibers without having to attach myself, when I buy them, to the idea of what the fiber needs to become.  (I’m learning from knitting up my first handspun that I actually *do* have to attach myself to the idea of what sort of project a fiber will become before I start spinning it or the spinning won’t go very well and the yarn I wind up with will probably be sort of a mess).  It’s easier to remember the details and look back at the details when they’re stored away in my own neat little notebook and I’ve done some amount of learning by doing.  It’s also the sort of thing that I would never make the time to do by and for myself.

So far, I’ve been able to take the classes on falkland wool and on a simply heavenly, creamy 50/50 camel/silk blend.  I’m not just learning about the fibers themselves, though.  I’m learning nuances of treadling, and ways to adjust myself as a spinner and how I set up my wheel to help it play nicely with the different fibers I’m spinning.  It’s more detailed and more interesting (and therefore more appealing) than any book I’ve read so far has been able to convey.  I’m looking forward to the next ones.  (And, um, finishing my homework from the Camel/Silk class).

It’s all part of a big process, right?  Good thing I’ve learned to like process.

October 17, 2009

Wrapping and unwrapping: unveiling a few stealth projects

Every once in a while, I get an idea. An idea that seems good in theory, ambitious in practice and… well, maybe just a little bit crazy in reality. But, I am a great believer in challenging myself because challenge is what helps us learn and grow.

Which must be why, in a fit of creative energy on a sunny afternoon last October (and inspired by the way that a pattern I wanted to knit really was pretty much perfect for a friend of mine who just happened to be a bridesmaid in my wedding), I decided that it would be a good idea to knit shawls for all of my bridesmaids. Which, in the end, I did and it was, but which is also why I’ve been doing a lot of blogging about spinning and not a lot about knitting. (I know. Idea in October, start knitting in March… procrastinate much?) I’ve been knitting a lot, but, in efforts to not spoil a surprise, have deemed pretty much all of my knitting “unbloggable.”

The key, I realized pretty early on, to managing to knit my way through just under 3600 yards of purple Sea Silk, would be in choosing the patterns. I mean, I chose a yarn that I absolutely love in a color I desperately hoped I wouldn’t get sick of (which had the added bonus of letting me be able to work on these things in front of their recipients without much suspicion because, well, I love purple, and the yarn is pretty, so of course I’d be working on a purple shawl for my wedding. This is just the natural order of things in my life), but the thought of knitting the same pattern four times over just didn’t sit well. Thus the idea of choosing four different patterns suited to the four amazing women who were willing to stand up for me in the wedding.

It turned out to be a good strategy.

The patterns (Ravelry links) were Hanami for my friend who has a master’s degree in East Asian Studies, High Seas for a friend who reminds me of waves and water and fluidity and the ocean, Nefertiti because the vines and leaves in the pattern reminded me of many a wooded hike with a third friend and finally the Thistle Scarf (modified a bit to become a stole instead of a scarf) because of its resemblance to wildflowers and the way I associate them with a friend who is all at once beautiful and delicate and practical and sturdy.

Finding the patterns actually proved an interesting challenge… I had a number of requirements — the stoles must be roughly rectangular (two are slightly biased and while I tried to block them to be square, yarn has a way of behaving more according to its will than mine at times which is something I’m still learning to accept), have some asymmetry to their pattern and, above all, suit the people I was knitting for.  I’m actually really happy with all of them.

I learned a few things along the way, too.

I love knitting lace.  I can’t wait to knit some lovely lacy thing for myself.  (It’s true.  I’ve now knit four lace stoles, all of them meant as gifts).  I also (surprisingly) really like having something resembling a “knitting deadline”  for larger projects — it helps me push on knowing that there is a certain amount of work to be done and that I have a responsibility to finish things by a certain date.  I think if I had something like that for my sweaters, they might not spend so much time languishing in a state of being somewhere between 1/2 and 2/3 finished… waiting patiently for me to take an interest in them.

I’m not naturally a gift knitter.  Now that every female relative I have seems to want to know how they can get me to knit a shawl or scarf or hat or something for them, I’m going to have to find a good way to set boundaries.  Somehow saying something like “well, when you patiently listen to me be totally frantic and crazy for months on end and love me in spite of it and still help me get stuff done with a hug and a smile and a lot of good stories (I have the best friends ever.  Really.), I’ll knit you one, too” seems sort of tasteless and mean.  It was a joy to knit these, but, you know, I think maybe I’ll give myself permission to do a bit of selfish knitting.

I might also take a little time to revel in the joy that what goes around comes around… the best side-effect of knitting all of these for my friends and being helpful when asked and even when not was that Adrienne knit a beautiful shawl for me to wear at my wedding.  And as a knitter, I think there is very little in life that is more special than being able to wear and wear with pride something that someone else has created for you.  It is a very special thing indeed.

September 2, 2009

Spinning: It’s more addictive than broccoli

Something clicked, the other week, after I finished my first yarn off of my wheel and I’ve hardly been able to stop spinning since.  That’s a little bit of a lie — I don’t think I’ve spun anything in the last couple of days because I dug in to a whole new knitting project  (which,  like a lot of my knitting lately and quite sadly for you, dear reader, is yet another stealth project) and haven’t really had the time to do a bit of both in any given day.  Something about planning a wedding… it takes a lot of time and work.  I know the day will be really lovely, but in all honesty, I cannot wait to be married so that I can be a more selfish knitter invest time in my work and my friends and my own projects that I want to do and that don’t have tight, looming deadlines.  (Like, oh, blogging about Cookie A.’s class at Sock Summit and my sock design and the redesign it needs that I’m really actually going to start once I have time to figure out how the legends in Twisted-Stitch Knitting work… and maybe even knitting those socks.  Or a sweater.  Or a shawl.  Or an anything that is  just for me because I want to make it and want to wear it).

I digress.

So, the Damson came off the wheel and is currently sitting in a tidy little skein while I try to come up with a suitable project for it that I don’t have to design myself…  I had almost settled upon my next fibre (which, despite all of the fiber-stash enhancing I did at Sock Summit actually wound up being fibre I purchased recently from Hedgehog Fibres … go figure) when this beautiful, creamy silk/merino combed top, also from Hedgehog Fibres turned up in my mailbox.

The colorway is called “Irish Sky” and it’s beautiful.  Everything I could wish for in a fiber and then some… and wonderful, soft, sweet colors.  It doesn’t surprise me that by the end of the night, I’d spun over an ounce of fibre.  An ounce still seems like a lot to me… it wasn’t that long ago that I was spinning on a drop spindle and one ounce of fiber took me about two weeks worth of spinning working at it for over an hour each day.  The wheel seems to be an order of magnitude faster.

In any case… in seemingly no time flat, I had a beautiful collection of singles (at least, I think they’re beautiful, but I am maybe a little biased) collected on a bobbin and then two ounces had gone by and suddenly it’s time to change bobbins.  I’m sort of amazed at how somewhere, something clicked and spinning doesn’t feel nearly as complicated as it did even a mere month and a half ago when Miss Patience was nothing more than new addition to my collection of craft tools.  6 weeks of steady practice, I guess.

Of course, to humble myself, I started reading The Intentional Spinner and proceeded to realize just how much I still don’t know and delve right back into being highly critical of my singles.  I tend to overtwist… which is sort of okay because I get tight plies out of it… but I would like to learn to be more sensitive to what the twist is doing on my wheel.  I think the most precious nugget of knowledge I gained from the spindling class I took at Sock Summit was that my drop spindle is a twist-o-meter.  If I pay attention to how it is behaving, I can learn a lot about how much twist I have in my yarn, and whether said yarn is capable of taking up any more twist or not.  Wheels are so fast and so strong (especially mine which is rather weighty and massive) that it’s easy to misjudge the balance of things.  In time, I’ll learn, I suppose.  My brain and my hands and feet will all learn to work together as a complementary unit that manages fiber with both attentiveness and dexterity.  (Yes, I’ve become one of those people who discusses the way in which fiber has a mind of its own.  Really.  Much more than yarn, actually, which is probably one of my biggest adjustments in learning to spin after spending most of my time and effort knitting.  But that’s for another post).

I’m enjoying the journey.  And pretty sure that after a few days away (I have some travel in my future, after all), I fully expect to find myself missing my spinning wheel in the same way that I’ve missed my clothes, or my toys or my stuffed animals when I’ve been far from home in the past.

August 24, 2009

First time for everything!

I completed my first wheelspun yarn (made from Wool Candy hand-dyed roving in Damson) very late in the evening on Sunday or very early in the morning on Monday, depending on how you count it.  Plying went surprisingly fast — a wheel with a lazy kate had a lot more order to it than two ball jars with singles hand-wrapped around ball cores — then it was time to skein to set the twist.  Simple, right?

Unfortunately, at the time, I lacked a niddy noddy and found myself wrestling  with my lifelong demon, impatience.  Under normal circumstances, lacking a niddy noddy wouldn’t be so bad, as a year ago, I invested in an umbrella swift… so in theory, I could use that, at least as a temporary measure.  I neglected, however to account for the effect of the way a year of use has stripped and worn the  unfinished wood-in-wood screw.  As a result, the swift really only supports very loosely draped yarn or very fast spinning speeds.  Not so good for skeining unset, rather twisty yarn.  (In the first place, I like yarns with a high twist… and in the second place, well, I’m not experienced enough to know how much twist the yarn needs to just hold and to balance without being hypertwisty or constantly threatening to draft apart).  Turns out my twisty yarn turned into a twisty mess and my 1-yard skein was a little too thick for convenient steam setting.  (I prefer steam setting to washing, at least for now, because I get a great deal of joy out of watching all of the little bumps of fiber shift and “click” into place).

Reskeining didn’t go very well.  I learned the hard way that twisty yarn likes to tangle and that it’s not so easily untangled (plus, you know, it was my first yarn.  I was more than a little afraid of hurting it or, worse, felting the tangles together).  Several hours, and a few Sherlock Holmes stories read by my ever patient and long-suffering fiance’ later, I had yarn.

I measured it a few days later, when my niddy noddy arrived (skeining in other ways? Not for me, at least not for a while.,) and it’s come out to somewhere between 240 and 250 yards of something that I’d guess is more or less in the dk range.  It varies quite a bit, as is probably obvious from the picture… but it’s a lot more harmonious than my spindle-spun and a lot thinner… so I must be making some progress toward creating the yarns that I want to make.  I think my goal for my next yarn is to be more aware of color.  Maybe it’s time for a little light reading…