Spinning, an FO, and Pi.

Fibre: Black Cat Fibres New Zealand Corriedale
Details: 2 ply, 10 WPI, approx. 170 yards

I have one orange cat, one brown cat, one black-and-white cat, and one black cat. Four colours, total, which happen to be the four colours in this yarn. This was not an accident. =D

I managed to spin the singles to a relatively consistent thickness; my plying twist is still uneven, but I’m working on it. I spent a lot of time picking neps out of the fibre, but for all I know I might have been creating some of them with the way I was drafting. I’ve never spun Corriedale before, so have about zero knowledge as to how it’s supposed to act. It does fluff up into a nice-feeling yarn, though, easily soft enough to wear against my skin.

I’m thinking, though, that I might not knit this one. I might warp my loom and weave fabric for a tote bag, instead, which might be kinda awesome. Spin the yarn, weave the fabric, sew the bag. Oo, and I could use the buttons I made from maple branches last fall.

Sounds like a plan.

Pattern: Improvised
Yarn: my handspun
Needles: 5 mm

More for Project Spectrum. I just knit a simple rectangle, starting with a two-row seed stitch border, then added a button and finished the top and sides with a crochet edging. My crochet skills are limited, but I like using it to stablise edges that I don’t want to stretch too much.

I had less than a yard of yarn left over. Cutting it rather close, yes, but yay for using almost all of the yarn.

I started spinning a braid of Fleece Artist BFL sliver with the intent of ending up with a worsted-weight 3 ply, but it’s looking so pretty as a singles I’m almost tempted to leave it as-is. It probably has too much twist for that, though. I think.

Once again, I’ve been making an attempt at trying to consolidate my clutter into something resembling organisation. I have a helper, this time, but unfortunately he’s not been able to come up with a solution for the entire-apartment-of-stuff, single-room-to-put-it-in issue. He does purr, though, so that’s a point in his favour.

I’m basically fighting a losing battle, though. There’s just not enough physical space, unless I start suspending things from the ceiling. Heck, there’s not even enough space for my bed–I’ve been sleeping on (and sitting on, since I also have no space for a comfortable chair) an air mattress since I moved back here ten months ago.

This is going on a total tangent, but sometimes, especially when I’m frustrated that I still haven’t been able to get out into an apartment again, I dream about stuffing everything I own into a moving van, heading west, and driving until I see the Pacific ocean. It’s been a dream of mine, for years, to move to coastal BC; when I search employment sites, I find open positions everywhere, but, of course, on a casual basis. I like to think I’m being realistic when I say that it’s not a good idea to move without some kind of safety net, be it a bank account with enough to live on for several months or the promise of full-time employment. I have neither.

Anyhow. Off to feed my ever-growing Shubunkins, then get back to work.