The Yarn Spinning Drama Continues

Like a dog with a bone. That's me and learning to spin.

I spent Sunday afternoonn at the spinning wheel with some beautiful alpaca roving from silver Lining.

She's a lovely girl and her roving is a very dark grey.

I was going to make usable yarn if it took me all day -- and it just about did.

As many of you know, I'm new to spinning. So far, the spinning wheel has been winning the war, but I am improving ever so slightly and no longer spin rope-like yarn.

Yesterday was going to be the day I willed myself to spin something attractive. (You may have figured out that I am also slightly stubborn. I prefer to think of myself as "strong willed" or "determined" -- sounds much better than stubborn!)

So with determination (stubbornness) and concentration (deeply furrowed brow), I sat down to spin. The spinning stars were aligned and my spinning was actually not bad.

I filled two bobbins and loaded up the Lazy Kate for plying them together.

After the yarn was plyed, I wound it on the Knittty Noddy to skein it. (Lazy Kate. Knitty Noddy -- you gotta love these words!)

Then it was time for the yarn's warm bath to set the twist.

After it was bathed, rinsed and bathed two more times, I hung it to dry. And guess what?

This morning I had actual yarn of which I am not ashamed!

There it is. Thirty yards of "not bad."

I love, love, LOVE the process of spinning. I've also decided that practice spinning is over. It's time to get down to real spinning and then knitting something from what I've spun.

My brow is furrowed deeper than ever now.