But while I'm still feeling the love for the sweater (soon to be revealed), I'm ready for it to be done. It's getting warm out again, and while, granted I only started it in November? December? I'm definately ready to wear it.
Spinning? I was trying last night. I'm getting bored with all those Shetland laceweight singles miles, and tried to do something different.
Apparently I've lost all ability to spin thick. Everything I tried came out awful or worked its way back to fine laceweight singles.
So I tried something new again tonight. Wel, not exactly new, but different anyway.
I love my balance. It lives on my kitchen counter.
I know folks rave about their fantastic electronic scales...but there's something about an old pan balance that just comforts me. It weighs up to 300g, accurate to the 10th of a gram.
The ball on the balance (well, actually, the twin of that ball, as I split the roving in half weight-wise) found its way into my sink. With a little Synthopol.
And then it took a dive into my (icky) slow cooker.
See that lovel steam? It's simmering away in my basement bathroom. (My mom had that floor done - the whole basement is done in black and white diagonal checkers.)
Note to self: get some big black and read disks for Little Boy to play floor checkers.
So while that's going, I figured I should take a few pictures of some of the other bits that are hanging around...
Isn't it pretty? I love the patches and blotches of solid color and the random marls where they overlapped!
I also spun the last four ounces of the roving into 464 yards of 2-ply fingering weight. I'd show you a picture, but it looks exactly the same as the dk-weight. Just finer.
I've put Little Boy to bed, my pot-o-roving is still simmering, it's Friday night, and I'm tired.