In which Heathbar finally spins some yarn and some teeth erupt like Krakatoa
I maded some yarn! Yay!
This Falkland wool top that I dyed up a couple years ago…
…spun over a period several months…
…became this chain/Navajo plied DK to (mostly) heavy aran weight yarn. 218 yards, 5oz.
I have become a total Chain-Ply Ho. I love 3-ply, it’s so round and so squishy and so nice to knit with. I do not love having to spin up 3 separate bobbins, however, and I hate having leftover singles. I used to think chain-ply was kinda cheating, but who the hell am I kidding, I barely have time to do grocery shopping these days, let alone get all uppity about spinning techniques. Once I saw this video of Sarah Anderson doing chain-ply in her mellow, zen, Bob-Rossian way, it was all over.
The one bone to pick I have with this yarn is that I apparently started spinning the singles while thinking “thin! socks! fingering weight!” and then somewhere along the way I started thinking “hat! sweater! worsted! fat! squishy!”, so the yarn starts out at probably a DK weight and settles into a heavy aran weight later on. I’m thinking the longer color runs might make it nice to use as part of a top down yoked sweater with some simple colorwork or stripes.
Griff has taken teething to all all new level of crappiness this weekend by popping out four canine teeth simultaneously and waking up in the middle of the night crying from the pain. In between doses of ibuprofen, we’ve been trying to coax him to eat lots of soft and/or cold things, since his appetite has not been up to his usual I-need to-feed-thirteen-tapeworms standards.
Peach and strawberry ice cream at the farmers market was a hit…
…as was a homemade frozen chocolate pudding pop, although the more he ate, the wronger and wronger it looked.
We also managed to coax out a few smiles (and drool) at a nearby playground. The playgrounds in Durham are oddly deserted on weekends.