Yesterday, Joan received the tiny little weirdo skein of yarn that I spun from the amazing spindle she sent me. The singles were not as thin as what I'd been spinning, so I plied them and made her a tiny little weirdo teaser skein/hank/thingy. I'm still trying to work out how she knew it would be perfect for me, but hurt myself and gave up.
She really is all knowing, that one.
Then she posted a lovely photo of the tiny little weirdo skein on her blog. A photo much better than what you're about to see here. (Not that it's a shock or anything. We all know I suck with a camera and in general.)
That's three hours of my life, people.
Three hours!
Although, I think the next one won't take nearly that long to put together.
I have no idea how long the spindling/plying took. I try not to think about that because it would slow me down. Same with thinking about yarnage. I can't go there or I'll get so lost in the potential numbers I won't get anything done. Frankly, I'm already feeling like that without any extra added help,thankyouverymuch. I'm going to 40 in six months, ffs. I've been trying to spin the same amount every day and had been until yesterday when the challenge was a bit more than usual and I failed horribly. Not the end of the world, but not what I wanted, either. We'll see if I can get the singles done this week or not. I had thought I could, but, now, who knows?
feh
And that ends today's angsty post.
Come back tomorrow for I have no idea what.
/blink
Happy Thursday!