I’ve always believed that knowing your weaknesses can be one of your biggest strengths. There are several ways to handle personal short comings. Obviously identification and moving beyond denial are crucial before attempting either of these steps. First, seek improvement through study, practice and hard work. If this doesn’t yield results then learn to emphasize your strengths and avoid or down play what isn’t “fixable”. Why mention this? Well, this weekend I had an epiphany. I CAN’T SPIN!
This past year I’ve tried both a top-whorl drop spindle (thank you Cindy) as well as weightier bottom-whorl top spindle. Both tools are well-crafted and the fibers I’ve destroyed in yarn-making attempts were of the finest quality. Now, I hate to keep beating that proverbial dead horse, but my left side really doesn’t work as it should and I might be able to spin just fine on a wheel. But I haven’t the resources, time or space for such an investment. I’m beyond denial. So I’ve decided to follow option two and avoid spinning altogether. All quality time will be spent transforming a ridiculously large yarn stash into knitted delights.
Last year my mom purchased some Canadian White Buffalo 6 strand fiber at a yard sale. The colors consisted of black, gray and some undyed natural. I don’t know how this particular fiber was/is intended to be used, but it resembles pencil roving. It looks like it could be used for spinning, felting or even knitting. Anyway, prior to my enlightenment I spun a few strands of the natural with my drop spindle and was completely unimpressed. Not only was the yarn down right boring, but it was hard to see (drat my middle-aged eyes). As an experiment I decided to add a little color.
Now, I do happen to own a virtual rainbow of Procion dyes, ash, gloves, masks, etc., basically everything necessary to produce some lovely yarns and fibers. What’s lacking are the knowledge and courage to try chemical dyes. So out came the Wilton, vinegar and pots. Bright, saturated, vibrant colors were sought. Pale, quiet and faded hues emerged. Another trip through a dye bath might felt or otherwise destroy this beyond repair.
SO, if there is anybody out there willing to adopt abused and unappreciated fiber for spinning etc., then please drop me an email or leave a comment. You will be saving vulnerable, helpless wool from a horrible fate. Just think, for the price of… nothing, you can make a difference. I will send you both the roving that I just dyed as well as other fibers from my stash.
Please note that the almost included kitty above is in no way related to the wet tablecloth. The roving had been setting there while waiting to be placed on a drying rack.