Good god, this was a long suffering spin.
And I blathered on so much about it…
Last year, I was thrilled to buy the wool – Pigeonroof Studios superwash merino in “zucchini blossom.”
I started to spin it.
I fantasized about pairing it with other yarn from my stash to become some sturdy socks.
I realized I spun the first bobbin backwards, so I got irritated and put it away.
I started spinning it again during last year’s Tour de Fleece.
I cut my thumb.
I blamed the wool and put it away.
I got it out to finally finish for this year’s Tour de Fleece.
I made a three-ply and thought all was fine.
I ran out of one of my three plies.
I am now done.
I have 258 yards of a heavy fingering/light sport wonky 3ply, and 114 yards of a light fingering/fingering wonky 2ply.
(And we won’t speak of this).
And I’ll shut up about now until I have a finished item from it…
if I ever have one at all…
(Incidentally, I did fry up those blossoms and it was a mushy miserable failure, as are most of my neglected zucchini plants which are lousy with stupid male blooms).
We were in the Adirondacks last weekend for a couple of days of soggy hiking and down time away from our frustrating and increasingly desperate home (and my job) search.
I know that I said earlier that I needed another bout of cabin time to finish designing that shawl but I have to focus on other projects at the moment now. I took all of the letters I need to cut out and baste for my newest quilt (I think there are 26 total) but I only managed to finish a whopping four. Pretty lousy progress. And I’m not entirely sure I’m doing them right or how to handle some of the narrow slices that I really can’t fold down.
So I easily got distracted since basting is tiresome to me and doesn’t seem to amount to much since I still have to sew the damn things on. In my current overwhelmed and distracted state I forgot to pack socks for the weekend. It was a good excuse to buy a new woolen pair, though I could only justify the one and had to wash them after every hike and hoped they’d dry enough for the next time. Our cabin was infested with carpenter ants and chasing after one to photograph it was a perfect basting procrastination activity. Do you realize how hard it is to get a clear shot of a very busy (and harassed) little ant?
Bugs were definitely showing off their strengths over the weekend. Inexplicably, black flies were suddenly crazy about my eyebrows and one little f*cker bit me so successfully that blood was shed on my favorite wool t-shirt.
But the weekend also held one of those magical and rare summer afternoons when all that mattered was swimming in a mountain pond and feeling the sun.
(Thanks to N’s family for their hospitality and the afternoon at their awesome lakeside cottage on Sunday!)
And since we were away, I had a late start in the Tour de Fleece, and promptly suffered a wipe out when I sliced open my thumb on a yogurt container of all things.
I need my thumb to spin dammit! I should probably lower my yardage expectations now but I’m willing myself to heal quickly.