Somehow, for days and days, I've been looking at this
and thinking that it was going to miraculously turn into something for the blog. Some sock yarn I spun recently (rear left), some fiber (lower left) that I've been sampling, some bitty spindle spun samples, and a bobbin of wheel spun laceweight that didn't make it into the picture.
I've been doing a lot of spinning. Every single day. I've got hundreds of yards of a beautiful laceweight, and two different sock yarns that I've spun recently. One of them is pictured above.
But the knitting is still not going well. At. all. Just like the last time I posted, in fact. Yarns that just irk me (too rough, too this-or-that). So I keep picking things up and putting them down again.
Over the holiday weekend, I tried to start a new sock, on and off for two days. I nearly gave up - Was I just not a knitter anymore? That's really all I could think of, because it was just so incredibly difficult - wrong gauge, wrong number of stitches, wrong needles.
However, this was handspun. Not some commercial yarn that I had bought on a whim. It got to the point where I decided that if I wasn't happy knitting with handspun, then there really was something wrong with me as a knitter. [Although I guess there could be crappy handspun yarn, but this didn't seem crappy. It seemed full and bouncy and wanting to be knit.]
After about four tries, I finally got it. I had spun this three ply yarn rather thick, and it seems that much of my problem had to do with using ... the wrong size needles. I was trying to force it into a tighter gauge than was decent, and it wasn't happy.
I'm not sure how to convey the feeling of relief. There were a few weeks there when my knitting failures had me so bogged down I considered ... I don't know. Giving all the yarn away? Just spinning and giving the yarn to friends who like to knit? It was really that bad. I was feeling that I had lost interest in knitting completely, and it was demoralizing and saddening (especially given how much yarn and knitting stuff I have here).
Now, I don't need another pair of socks. I really don't. But this is working out, and I'm feeling like I'm taking baby steps back into knitting. Seriously, for a while there, every time I picked up any knitting project, I felt like my hands had forgotten what they were supposed to do. And it scared me.
I'm going to take this one stitch at a time for now. And hopefully regain my groove. Otherwise there's going to be one hell of a yard/yarn sale.