Handspun Obsession

Let’s just get right to it: I’ve been knitting nothing but stockinette in handspun lately. I will likely move on to garter stitch or reverse stockinette eventually, but for now I just want plain socks. I’ve interspersed some recent completed hand-knits among the pictures of handspun and plain plain plain, just as a palette cleanser.

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Some beautiful targhee from Abstract Fiber in Gaston is becoming toe-up socks with a fleegle heel.

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I was a bad sock-parent and put off darning these funfetti socks until it was desperate. Maybe I need to share custody with someone more responsible…

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Frabjous Fiber’s polwarth in Toucan became an entrelac cowl that has yet to be sewn up.

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I finally had the chance to give my mother the above two items (birthday blanket in Imperial Yarn’s Tracie Too, black cherry colourway, pattern is Pine Forest) and mother’s day socks (Knitting Fever’s Painted Desert in blues, pattern is Winding Way).

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Then I spun up this beauty. Abstract Fiber BFL, colour is Burnside Bridge, aran weight chain ply.

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And I finished this monster a little ways back. Quill by Brooklyn Tweed, knit in discontinued colours of chroma fingering by Knitpicks.

And now you’re all caught up to the present-day, where I’m teaching my mother to knit, and hosting my first dinner party!

baby’s first handspun

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It is immensely satisfying to go from the first picture to the last picture. Right now knitting is not being very satisfying, because I’m too busy to spend a good chunk of time on it. Everything is inching along, giving me the illusion that nothing is happening. Perhaps a couple weeks from now I’ll suddenly have knit the attached lace border for a shawl, or have some very late Mother’s Day socks, but somehow I can’t get myself to believe it, especially since my other projects (hand-quilting a bag for my spinning wheel so I can take it to guild meetings (more on that later), re-upholstering 3 chairs and a bench, unpacking a staggering number of books, adding variety to my diet) all seem to be coming along just as slowly.

I thought spring was about fresh starts and relentless growth, what the hell happened?