what? still spinning cotton
Yes. Cotton. Cotton and more cotton. Spinning it.
I have steeled myself, decided that I want these fibers out of my way for a little while and the best way of doing that is to spin it all up, ply it, put it in skeins and hang it with my other yarns.
Not all my fibers. Oh no, there are some that I want to pass by and pet, drool over a little and play with when I have time. Just the cotton roving. The cotton roving must become yarn before it saps all my strength and resolve to spin it up.
I have two bobbins full from 3 days of spinning earlier last week, and almost half a bobbin from yesterday.
The most remarkable thing about the roving is that no matter how much I pull out of it and spin up, it seems to remain the same size. My only reassurance that it is being spun up at a decent rate is that the same sized pile does seem much lighter.
I don’t think this will be the last of my adventures with cotton fibers. I seem to have figured out a way to draft it that results in yarn, which is sort of the point, and it gives me plenty of time to listen to podcasts (guiltlessly) when everyone else is off doing their own thing. I might actually have learned to like this stuff, which is good because knitting wool doilies just seems so wrong.
Hrm. If you knit wool doilies on big enough needles you could theoretically have a shawl. How is that wrong?
Good point.
But my end tables don’t need shawls, they need doilies to protect them from plants and coffee cups.
I don’t knit, but I do a lot of weaving and cotton is the only fiber I have used for many years. So friendly
I have a pile of alpaca that never gets any smaller, no matter how many miles of yarn I spin from it. I didn’t know cotton would do the same thing!