I was finally able to spin my own hand dyed roving this morning. What a thrill. As I split the 100% kid mohair roving, I could not stop staring at the colours that were unfolding before me. The more the roving was drafted, the more hypnotically I became attached to watching the flow of the colours…
The funniest thing about spinning my own hand dyed means I probably will not go back to spinning what other people have dyed. I say funny, but I really mean problematic as I have now added yet another layer to the pre knitting production work.
Knitting with this wool has bumped the design up yet another notch. It’s another calling card of uniqueness for the work. My colour choices, my textures, my designs. How delightfully selfish.
I would like to apologize for how self indulgent this post is. I had a moment with the yarn, one that was truly mine and I needed to share how great that felt. Someone please tell me you have had an amazing yarn love story so that I know I am not alone.
Thanks all, playing with new skills and expensive fibre is a bit risky, but somehow, intuitively, I knew it would work.
Lovely.
K
Gorgeous! You should be proud.
I understand. As completely as I can, not having begun to dye myself. When I first made my yarn, I felt like Tom Hanks in “Cast Away.”
“I HAVE MADE YARN!” I shouted primitively. “Yaaaarrrrnnn!” I may have chest bumped and pointed a time or two.
I couldn’t believe that there in front of me was something I had created – something that was all mine.
So yes, I understand. It’s beautiful. Stunning.
You have made YARN!