I have to admit a dirty little secret. It’s bad. You might want to cover the ears of younger children. Okay, and the ears of a few elderly folks. I’m quite ashamed to admit this to all of you… but here goes –
I can’t stop plying.
I used to be crazy for batts. I loved separating them out by color (almost in an OCD way) so spin up stripey singles. I love the drape of a single, I loved knitting with singles, and I adored the color changes. During my stocking up of batts, I purchased roving/combed top here and there but spun that up as singles also. Occasionally I’d sneak a plied (with itself) yarn in there, but not often. If I did ply, it was usually big, slubby yarns on thread.
Then a knit a long on Ravelry caught my attention. The pattern was called “Toasts” and people were using their plied yarns spun from Funky Carolina wool. I was mesmerized by the way the plied yarns knit up. The colors were undefined yet defined, all at the same time. They were organic, a kaleidoscope of colors, and I had to try them myself. I spun up some plied yarn, knit up the toasts, and fell in love.
Since the “Toasts” project in November, I’ve really only been spinning plied yarns. Okay, I lie, I spun a singles last week, but other than that, I’ve been plying.
It’s shameful, really, the amount of plying I do. Poor fluffy, lovely, colorful batts. They sit, unused, waiting to be spun. Soon, my friends, soon. But for right now, I ply.
5 thoughts on “Step away from the plying head.”
Erin, my dear. Your yarn is beautiful, as always. Would you send me your adress, because I still have an advent gift waiting here for you. I could send it next Christmas, but maybe you'd like it in, say February?Warmly wishes for this not so new any more year.
Yah, but your plied yarns are beautiful though! I always love looking at your knit shop. It's a good thing I don't know how to knit, or I might have to horde some of your yarns! 🙂
Good thing you don't knit?!? Take that back. You must learn 🙂
OMG. These yarns are so beautiful, I want to eat them.
Denise – fiber is for fondling, not for eating. 🙂