I had 1205g spun before the final push in the Tour de Fleece, and I had this monster batt to go.
The thing was way to big to get on my tiny scale, but I couldn't imagine that it didn't weigh at least 300g. No way. I embarked on it with dedication like you've never seen. I spun. I spun more. I spun without worrying about the colours or where they landed. When one bobbin was full I moved onto the next. It was a blur. The limp started to come back. I spun anyway. I spun though meals, I spun through sleep time... In fact, the only break I took was to go meet Megan's baby, but I had spun so much that I was feeling pretty cocky. I had time to spare. By Saturday night I had three full bobbins.
So I did a three ply. It filled three bobbins again on Sunday morning as I plied, and I was thrilled not just with the yarn (dang it's pretty) but that it was Sunday at about 2 in the afternoon when I was all done. 3 skeins of beautiful yarn. Totally done. Done the Tour de Fleece.
Here I thought I wouldn't make it at all, and I was done with time to spare. As I skeined it and admired it, gave myself little congratulatory lectures on sticking to a thing and not giving up. Being a bit of a procrastinator, I'm not usually finished with time to spare - and it really felt good. Fantastic in fact. I was heading upstairs to set the twist in a bath when it occured to me to weigh the skeins. I wondered how far over 1500g I had gone! I came back downstairs, knotted them up small enough to go onto the scale and....
Whoa. I stared. I took it off and put it on again, making sure that the whole knot was on the scale. Then, feeling a little shocky and looking at the clock (1:22, for anyone who cares) I did the math. 221g. 1205 + 221 = 1426. 1426, my woolly friends, is less than 1500. I started to panic. No way. Just no way... that roving was huge - how could it be only 221g? Rat Bastards. I started to panic. Really panic. No way was I coming within 74 grams of victory. NO WAY.
I threw the skeins onto my desk and bolted for the spinning stash. I rifled through it (making a huge mess that I totally have to clean up today. I grabbed a roving of 50/50 wool/alpaca and started to spin. Spin fast. (This is the point that I probably should have made a decision to spin chunky singles yarn, but I promised myself at the outset of this that I would rather not finish than spin yarn that I didn't like. This is probably also the point that I should have remembered that alpaca is lighter than wool, and that's probably why that huge batt was so light, and likely why going and getting more alpaca blend yarn was a little dumbass at that point, but in the heat of battle, things are lost.)
There are no pictures of the singles, my friends, because they were finished at 10pm, and I couldn't stop long enough to photograph them if I was going to make the deadline. The three bobbins (why I decided to do three ply is beyond me) were mounted on the kate (I refuse to call it a lazy kate) and I started plying. I whipped through two bobbins and with moments to spare, I had this.
168m of the alpaca/shetland three ply, and decent, though spun fast. I popped it on the scale:
Total weight spun : 1540 grams, and about 2500m of yarn I love.
I gathered the guys up today for a class photo (minus the green sparkly yarn, since I already gave it away.)
Now if you don't mind, I have a spinners limp to put ice on. Same time next year?
(PS. I know some of you will ask, so I'll add it here. All of these skeins are gifts. It was a stash busting exercise, so as hard as it is to let go, they are all leaving for homes in other stashes. All but one. Any guesses which one I'm keeping? )Posted by Stephanie at July 28, 2008 3:11 PM