Spun Crazy

 It's summer.  Yes, I know big chunks of North America are still getting snow, but when it gets in the 80's here, I just grump and call it summer and hope for autumn.  So, it's summer and as fun as knitting is, it's just a little bit hard to be enthusiastic about knitted items when you're sweating into your yarn.  Or your needles are flying out of sweaty hands at inopportune moments and you're afraid to knit in public anymore.  Whatever the cause, summer makes me a bit antsy and I want to try something new.

Enter the innocuous little piece of raw wood called a spindle.  And a small pile of the most yummy colored fleece.. it's called Waterfall and it looks just like the water of my favorite little river.  The byline says it "spins like a dream", too, but that must apply to other people because I get a bloody mess when I try to spin it.

I'm reasonably intelligent.  I've taught myself to do a lot of stuff out of books or by Youtube videos.  So why can't I get the hang of this?  I thought I'd give it a go while the laundry was drying at the laundromat.  See how clever a person I am?  Except that I ended the experiment after 30 minutes of getting the "yarn" twisted in my hair, spun into my clothing, stuck on my earring, you name it.  I was a disaster and I looked it too, with bits of wool everywhere.  It was like I'd become Dorothy and the twister had made a stopover at a sheep sheering.  Humiliating.

I haven't gotten the nerve up yet to drag myself, my spindle, and the vomit that should be spun yarn to a local shop that specializes in spinning stuff.  Maybe someone can tell me what I'm doing wrong.  Maybe there's a class.  Or maybe I can pay someone to get me going in the right direction. 

And maybe I can just bury the stuff in a drawer for a few years first.