I just started spinning again after a prolonged dry spell. When I took up lace knitting , I became too obsessd to “waste” my time making yarn that was so much easier to just buy. Now I’m slowing down a little and getting interested in other things again.
There is a danger in this as all crafters know. Too many interests means too little time to finish anything. I know most of you are familiar with Startitis too. It’s an inflammation of the “start another project” gland. I think all crafters have this and it may just be what the spleen is really for.
If it is, my spleen is working overtime as I’ve been innundated with an exposure to so many shawl patterns that if I worked only on shawls for the rest of the year, I will not have achieved completion for even half of the shawls on my list.
This innundation has mostly the Internet to blame. With such easy acces to window shopping, there seems to be no limit to what my creative self can expose itself to.
Take for example blogging. First, I happened along the Knit The Classics blog and after much deliberation joined their group. I also had to buy this month’s book, but really book buying and yarn shopping are closely tied together in my love for shopping. After that I came upong the Amazing Lace knitalong. Now since I already knit lace I figured I wouldn’t be doing any extra work to belong to this. I’m not sure what the assignments are going to be, but it will certainly jazz up my knitting time. And on and on and on…
In the meantime, I started the Pomatomus socks today. But due to a malfunction in my brain from lack of sleep, I had to rip out the beginning rib 3 times. How akamai am I if I can’t get a 1×1 rib? I also have to tink back about 5 rows on my shawl due to another sleep deprivation error. I am literally unknitting approximately 1,000 sts.
Frustration has led me back to spinning because there’s no pattern to follow for me when I spin. The motions of spinning both on a spindle and on my wheel washes away all the worries I have about my body fat, my inability to sleep for more then 4 hours at a time, and my financial woes. Spinning just seems to wash away all those woes. Especially when I’m spinning with my own hand dyed yarn. That little voice inside me gleefully cries out “I made this!”.
I haven’t really knit with any of my handspun yet, but I bet the feeling of accomplishment will surpass any type of high drugs can give. But the ultimate fiber high I can imagine would be knitting with my own handspun yarn a design of my own making. Thank goodness I get crazy enough to need to spend ample amounts of time spinning and knitting.
