In love with my yarn

It isn't perfect. It isn't beautiful...'Cept for the color. But it is mine and made by me. I am happy with it. I am elated by it. I am please with it. I am intoxicated by it. I am obsessed. All I can think about is spinning. I wish I could make enough money spinning to stay home and spin all day long, but lets face it, that isn't going to happen. I love spinning. Almost as much as I love knitting. Actually with my dry spell in knitting lately I would almost go as far as to say more than knitting, but I am not that crazy. I do love knitting. The only things that I enjoy more are my family, friends and pets. And sleep. Dang. Oh well. And I think that this may have brought my knitting drought to an end. I can't wait to make something out of the yarnish stuff I have made. I am currently spinning a natural light cream color to ply with my orange heather color that is already spun and beautiful. I liked the orange better. I liked the fiber better. It was easier to work with. It didn't fall apart as much. I can't remember the fiber content off the top of my head. The creamish color is blue faced leicester. It is super fluffy and it just seems to fall apart. It feels amazing in my hands though. It is like spinning butter. Super smooth and soft, but I just can't get it just right. I am not sure what I am doing wrong but I am going to keep working with it to figure it out. I only had 4 oz. of the rust color but I have 8 oz of the cream, so maybe I will just start over with it. I don't have much done anyway. Just play with what I have and start over. I think that is a good idea. I also need to try one of my other chairs for spinning. The one that I have been spinning on I have 2 really thick pillows (memory foam that squishes down to about 2 inches thick) and I am still not quite the right height. It makes my knees hurt and I really need something with a back that I can sit up straight with. I have poor posture. : ( I can't wait until I can buy some more roving, but it is going to have to wait a week or two probably. Maybe longer. I really need to find a second job, but I will have even less time to spin and it is driving me crazy right now to be at work and not at home spinning. Maybe someday I will be selling enough yarn to break even on how much roving I will have to buy...

Well. I did it. My wheel and I made up. I still need practice, but here it is---->

It isn't perfect. Infact it is far from it, but it is still better than falling apart and all of the problems that I was having before. Yay! Happy "yarn"! It isn't real yarn yet because... well you see it, but soon (maybe) I will actually make yarn.
Yippee!!!!!!!

P.S. The blue is a yoga mat. I was having problems chasing the wheel around on my hardwood floors...

Inspired to spin?

My wheel has been sitting in the corner looking at me pathetically crying out "Spin with me!" for about 3 months now. I have been doing everything I can to block the voice out. I come up with a million excuses. There are too many other things that I have to do (or would rather do). This is because I can't spin. I suck at it. I feel like I have been fighting with my wheel and I don't want to break down and talk to it again for fear of another argument. I can do this. I just really want it to come out well, for once. I was really starting to get the hang of the drop spindle...until it broke. Darn cheap spindle. When it broke, er fell apart, I thought, Hey! I can just transfer all that I have been doing to my wheel! This will work for me finally! *tear* it did not. There may have been some explicitives used. I don't think that anything was thrown across the room, but I did yank all the yarn off the bobbin in a not nice manner. I lost it. I lost my cool with my wheel. And now I have to go crawling back to it and beg it to take me back. But I know things will be just the same. I know that the yarn wannabes will break everytime I get about a foot going so that I have to reattach. I know that I will have to redo each join about 3 or 4 times because it will end up randomly sliding apart. I know that I have some very lovely wool hiding in the back of my linen closet that wants to be turned into something usable so badly, but I just can't bring myself to do it. I don't want to ruin the pretty roving. I don't want to damn it to the will-never-be-used yarn hell that is the smaller of two sterilite tubs of yarn that I have at my house. They will definately never make it to the yarn purgatory that is the larger of the yarn tubs or the yarn heaven that is the linen closet at the top of the stairs. Why would I want to waste the pretty fluffies like that? I don't want to. I want them to be yarn. I don't want them to be bits of yarnish stuff that could never be used for anything because it would either fall apart or roll back up in itself. I feel like I am in a bad relationship and I should just learn to say no, but I know that this thing can work out if I can just figure out what the problem is. I keep saying I am going to go to LYS on a Sunday and get a lesson or 30. *sigh* It doesn't happen. There is always someone to feed or take care of or whatever. Or I don't have a car. Or this or that. Or I have a big test and have to study. I can justify it all away so easy and then another week has passed where I don't touch my wheel. I don't want another week to go by without at least some attempt at making yarn. I don't even care if it looks bad, I just want it to be usable, which I thought I had at one time. It was nice and thin and pretty even, but then it just started falling apart. Maybe I will go home after work and after school and try it again. Only with the pretty fluff. I would really like to make up with my wheel.