I have no idea how this happened.
Well, maybe an inkling. I mean, I was curious about how to ply my new singles yarn into something a little more well-balanced and less twisty-wormy. So I consulted one of the many books on spinning that I checked out from the library last week and ooh it looked so simple. Before I knew it, I woke up from a daze with an overloaded spindle full of newly plied yarn. Did you know that there is a name for the bunch of newly-made yarn wound around the spindle? It’s cop. I had a big cop on my hands. I don’t even want to think of who might arrive here having googled the words in that last sentence.
So yeah, new yarn. I washed it to set the twist and now it’s hanging on the line in the back yard to dry. It’s probably mostly dry right now. Because all of this happened before 9 a.m. this morning. Right before some little friends came over to play – their mom needed a sanity break, and Sophie needed some company while Julie was at school. A totally symbiotic relationship – especially since their mom brought me a giant Cafe Mocha from Starbucks when she came to pick them up.
But back to the yarn for a minute. While I was in that wool-induced haze of plying, something occurred to me. I tell my students in my beginning knitting classes something all the time. I tell them that although they are working on a pair of mittens, the real product they should get out of the class is the ability to knit. And they roll their eyes at me and keep swearing under their breath at their mistakes. But I find the thought to be comforting. I’m making some crappy yarn, yes. But I’m learning how to spin, and I’m having a great time doing it.
For those of you out there who are real spinners, can I ask a question? The resulting yarn seems relatively balanced – it doesn’t twist up on itself when relaxed. But I wonder – could I have put a little more twist in the singles in the first place, and then a little more twist in while plying it? I was hesitant to put too much twist in the singles because they wanted to worm like crazy as I rolled them onto the spindle. I guess I’ll be doing some experiments to figure it out for myself on the next batch – as soon as my elbow stops hurting.
And, in my defense – although my right arm is still sore from rolling the spindle down my leg to start it spinning, it’s okay that I did a little plying this morning because you use your other side to ply the yarn – the twist has to go in the opposite direction.