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Yesterday I realized that I hadn't done any spinning in three months. Considering it is usually my substitute for tranquilizers (I've got this fun constant pain/anxiety thing going on), well, it's a wonder I haven't killed anyone. Or at least wound up in jail for assault. Anyway. I got started on the batt.
Usually I get the single wound on the bobbin a little more evenly, but yesterday I was going "Buh huh huh, I'm spinning, oooh, lookie, color progression." Since it's been three months, my hands are sore. And my calluses had disappeared, so there's a raw spot on my index finger where I run the single over it on the way to the bobbin. But I don't care. It was lovely, and I'm gonna do it again today.
Also, I finished one sock.
I tried fiddling with the heel to fit my foot better. Didn't work. Still, the sock doesn't fit any worse than 'regular' heels, so it's definitely wearable. I'll knit a pair, and then try something else. I've got Cat Bordhi's first book of mind-bending new sock methods (that woman makes my brain hurt, in a good way, whenever I read her stuff). So, now that I know what my gauge is for this specific yarn, I'm gonna keep buying it in different colors and knitting socks 'til I find one that fits right. I need portable, mindless knitting these days, and I've decided socks are it.
Originally I wanted to use the batt I'm spinning for socks. It's a rainbow, and I wanted to do one sock red-orange-yellow and one sock green-blue-purple. Having now divided the batt, it's more like red-orange-yellow-green-blue and green-blue-purple-black (who puts BLACK in a rainbow? seriously?) but I'm not sure I'll have the yardage. I need at least 150 yards per foot, to do ankle socks. As I spin I keep wavering between will I, won't I. I suspect the real truth won't be known until I wash the yarn and find out how bad the shrinkage is. If not socks, maybe a scarf for the Goob. She likes rainbows.
Remember how Sekhmet meows for the front door to be opened? We've discovered that if we leave the living room curtains open, she gets her sunbeam and shuts up about the door.
Now she just meows to get me out of bed. Fucker.