Before I begin whining sharing my attempts at hand spinning, here’s a link to my fabu artist friend’s blog, where you can see the beginnings of her project for which she wanted the photos of my hands knitting. Do poke around while you’re there; I happen to think she’s very gifted and has such a fresh approach to art, combining it with literature, life, philosophy and so much more.
So, I kept in mind my promise to Mary to spin for an hour, three days in a row, and set out for day #1 yesterday. I started with FIRST, as I call my (duh) first hand spindle. Anita the spinning prodigy had already told me she couldn’t keep it spinning, so when I got frustrated, I carefully pulled out my Kundert Spindle, tied on its leader, took a deep breath, and suddenly, found myself SPINNING.
Note the thick-thin of FIRST’s yarn. It’s still far better than what I tried to produce in our brief interaction with hand spindles in the spinning class last month, but it’s hardly worth celebrating. In contrast, look at what a difference the Kundert made. Both of these bits were spun with the same roving, within a minute or two of each other. Yes, it’s hardly consistent, but it’s closer to it than FIRST’s yarn. Best of all, while it took me about fifteen minutes or more to spin that small bit on FIRST, I spun that on the Kundert in a fraction of the time… maybe two minutes?
I’m fast learning about what I like in a spindle. (Aside from anything Mary suggests…) That’s an evil little cup hook, which seems to encourage overtwisting. There’s still no notch on the thing, and as disenchanted as I am with it now, I doubt I’ll bother to have the Knight put one in. It shall remain FIRST, and it’s easy on the eyes, but I don’t know that I’ll ever reach for this heavy, cup-hooked, non-notched fella’ again. (After these photos, I did spin up what remained of the attached roving, but that’s probably the end of its spinning.)
There you have my beauty, in need of a stately name. I moved the fiber out of the notch so you could see it and the hook. (If I had my favorite book with me, I could tell you what kind of hook it is, and why it’s the best kind for top whorl spindles.) I still have to pre-draft in a serious way, but I suspect that now that I am getting the hang of spinning with a spindle that actually SPINS, the rest of the techniques will come too.
The Kundert and I enjoyed this view while we hung out on the deck. (FIRST might have too, but obviously, we haven’t bonded.) That’s a trio of wild dogwoods, the State tree and flower. The local Dogwood Festival is in full swing, with the parade and the grand ball tomorrow. I still want a pink dogwood and a redbud, but not this weekend.
Tomorrow, I’ll head towards Richmond for our knitting guild’s monthly meeting. Sunday, I hope to drive over to Pop’s hometown for the Cestari Wool Festival, as a warm-up for the Maryland Sheep and Wool Festival next weekend!