I came home from spinning group today with a bad headache and also with an inspiration to crack on and spin myself a sweater’s worth of yarn. I am not sure that sheep come big enough to make me a sweater from a single fleece… but I need 1,280 yards of Aran weight for the project that I have in mind – plus, of course, a good margin for safety. I always intended the Zwartbles for the job but I really do hate that fleece and cannot bear to think about the amount of work that would have to go into it. Perhaps I need a different Zwartbles fleece — I could always write this one off to experience. That said, the yarn that I made from it blended with Mohair is very nice indeed and I enjoyed knitting with it.
My ability to spin consistently is… underdeveloped (as evidenced earlier today) and I shall have to invest in quite a few new bobbins so that I can spin 20 or so bobbins of singles and then ply #1 to #20 and #2 to #19 etc. Of course, such a large project is just the practice that I require in order to learn to spin consistently.
I could diet. Make a smaller size.
Thinking about all this just made the headache worse and so I decided to cast on something new and simple and colourful. That’s when I discovered that both candidates to fill that role require 4mm needles. The needles are, obviously, in use — and so I have had to knuckle down to some finishing of UFOs. The hap shawl edging is out of the question until my sore arm recovers a little more. That left… the swirly red thing. The Red Thing of Doom.
I really do not want to think about the swirly red thing. I loathe it quite unreasonably. I desperately want to frog it but having invested so much energy in it already I kind of feel that I deserve to whip it soundly on its backside and show it who is boss.
It took a while to work out where I was. I tinked it back to check, managing to drop a few stitches in the process, needing then to work back even further. We are going forwards again now. The border is 23 rows and I am on row 13. I hate every thing about this project. Everything. I cannot wait until it is done. That said, rather than complete row 13, I put the needles down to blog about it.
There is little hope.
And my head hurts worse than ever.
I’ll tell you one thing, though. It is a Work In Progress once more. Half a row is progress, isn’t it?
Oh, I need to show you my inadvertent laceweight from this morning. It’s a bit gloomy for photos right now. Perhaps tomorrow…