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.