Sometimes, new hobbies can be bad things
So, y'all know I'm kind of on the obsessive side, right? I mean, generally speaking, I don't let my obsessions take control of my life (unless it's historically accurate gay porn, because, dude) but I think we can all agree that there are times when obsession can outrun reason -- at least that's my rationale as to why I have anywhere between 20 and 100* reference books for fannish purposes. But until now, those obsessive tendencies have been limited to fannish pursuits.
And then I took up handspinning yarn with a drop spindle.
In the past 5 days, I have spun reams of yarn of varying quality. I have learned how to ply, the different types of spinning (woolen vs worsted), why spinning with short fibered wool (like Shetland) can be both highly rewarding (I have made woolen thread!) and frustrating (I can only make woolen thread which feels like crap!), why etsy is a terrible awesome terrible site that will eat up all of my money, how to finish and skein a hand spun yarn, and the physics of spindling.
In short, I have become obsessed.
(And I've taken yet another step on the road towards crazy cat lady-hood by the acquisition of my mother's old rocking chair, but that's neither here nor there. So now I knit, spin, have 3 cats and now a rocking chair. All I need is a cane, a lawn, and some kids to yell at and I'll have achieved my life's ambition to be a crochety old lady.)
So far I am resisting the urge to buy a fleece and go through the entire wool prep process from start to finish, but I fear it won't be long before I'm reading up on how to blend fibers, and at that point I might as well start knitting my own straight jacket.
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* I have a ton of books on my kindle and can't be bothered with counting them right now.
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And then I took up handspinning yarn with a drop spindle.
In the past 5 days, I have spun reams of yarn of varying quality. I have learned how to ply, the different types of spinning (woolen vs worsted), why spinning with short fibered wool (like Shetland) can be both highly rewarding (I have made woolen thread!) and frustrating (I can only make woolen thread which feels like crap!), why etsy is a terrible awesome terrible site that will eat up all of my money, how to finish and skein a hand spun yarn, and the physics of spindling.
In short, I have become obsessed.
(And I've taken yet another step on the road towards crazy cat lady-hood by the acquisition of my mother's old rocking chair, but that's neither here nor there. So now I knit, spin, have 3 cats and now a rocking chair. All I need is a cane, a lawn, and some kids to yell at and I'll have achieved my life's ambition to be a crochety old lady.)
So far I am resisting the urge to buy a fleece and go through the entire wool prep process from start to finish, but I fear it won't be long before I'm reading up on how to blend fibers, and at that point I might as well start knitting my own straight jacket.
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* I have a ton of books on my kindle and can't be bothered with counting them right now.
This entry was originally posted at Dreamwidth where there are
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