Doobie doobie do wah.
I've spent the day plying two bobbins of 'old wool' (the blue and teal heathered stuff I got last month) in an attempt to free up said bobbins for new color experiments with the wool that got here yesterday. Two solid hours of treadling later, I've got one stinkin' bobbin of plied yarn:
And I have barely scratched (spun?) the surface of the two bobbins I'm plying FROM:
... no idea what that lopsided tumor-looking bobbin has going on. I'll be lucky to get this done by the end of the weekend. The plan, originally, was to knit a felted bag with this yarn, but now I'm wondering if there will be enough to knit a sweater. Or three. Urgh.
Thank you to all who are weighing in on the weaving issue. As usual, I don't think I've properly expressed exactly what I'm thinking of doing, so I'll give it another shot. First, I intend to fool around with plain weaving, to get a feel for it and decide if I enjoy it enough to get more serious about it. (Not to mention the hand issues - I have to make sure I can do it without winding up on painkillers regularly.) This phase, I'm thinking some place mats, maybe a table runner, some dish cloths. Cotton thread, tabby weave. I might get wild and put in some stripes or something. That's it.
THEN, assuming I'm still having a good time (big assumption; we'll see), I want to try my hand at some wall hangings, which would be in brocade, which appears to be (from my reading) fairly simple, but tedious. We're talking cotton or linen warp and weft, with whatever strikes my fancy for secondary weft. Again, we'll see. I'd also been thinking of giving rug weaving a try, until I researched it further and saw how those knots have to be tied... forget that. My hand hurts just looking at the diagrams.
At the back of my mind is lurking the thought that it would be cool to knit enough yardage to make myself a kimono, but I doubt I'd ever get that far.
If you've just decided I am insane, my only comment is, what, haven't you been paying attention?
Last night the Husbeast brought home a box of diapers, and after we put them away, he was looking at the box and said "You know, I bet the Goob would fit in here." and the next thing I know...