It’s a drop spindle!
It’s the incredibly inexperienced product of that drop spindle (so far). I shall let you know what happens when I attempt to ply it tomorrow. I’m hoping for a heavy worsted-ish 2-ply, but I have no freaking clue what’s going to happen, and that’s part of the fun!
Some of you may be wondering what happened to the lovely blazer whose sleeves I was lengthening. Well let me tell you, nothing but DISAPPOINTMENT and LIES.
I ripped out the hem and lining of one sleeve. While I was turning the piece around to reach the other sleeve, I noticed that the lining was only tacked down in a few places at the bottom. “I can just pull the sleeve inside out! That will make this whole thing so much easier,” I thought, and congratulated myself on my brilliance.
Behind the cut is a photo of what greeted me in the lining of the jacket. It is behind a cut because it is full of what Google has led me to believe are spider eggs, and I don’t want that to ruin anybody’s day. (Too late, say the spider eggs. We already ruined yours! Mwahahahaha!)
I wore my Storm Walkers on the way home for Thanksgiving, which ended up taking 30 hours. I paced a lot during my overnight at the airport, since the calm of knitting seemed beyond me. Apparently I paced a bit too much, because I ended up with a sizable hole in one of the toes. Tonight is for mending that.
Rcentely at a charity shop, I bought a blazer (of course, who can resist?) with too-short-sleeves (of course). Tonight I’m going to try and do something about that, as well.
P.S. I’m so tired of having shaggy growing-out hair. Can’t wait until it’s long enough to braid, or even just put behind my shoulders.
I spent thanksgiving with family, for the first time that I can remember. (I’m sure I did as a young child, but moving to China at age 5 does weird things to family holidays.) It was incredibly pleasant and heartwarming and stomach-filling and all those good things. Sometime during the week I spent in Arkansas surrounded by dogs and family and absolutely nothing from my daily life, it became clear what I should be pursuing in the near-ish future. I may be coordinating a cross-country move in the next few months, a thought that is incredibly exciting and daunting.
In the meantime I’m enjoying sitting down with a cuppa and some knitting in my quiet apartment, feeling rested and settled for the first time since getting home on Monday.