On the last day of Tour de Fleece I had three ounces left. My husband took the kids to visit their cousins so I had the ability to spin without interruption or guilt. I broke down and paid for the second season of Grantchester to pull me through the last big push to the finish line. It proved to be the spinning equivalent to playing Eye of the Tiger.
I finished spinning the singles for all 1.9 pounds of fiber. A lovely Corriedale/Polypay cross named Bucky from Ewe and Us farm here in Wahoo, Nebraska, this fiber was a joy to spin. It has a wonderful crimp that allows for a very bouncy finished yarn. When I sampled the yarn, I was more concerned with the softness of the yarn. After stuffing the sample in my bra for a few hours (did I forget to mention that to those of you I let pet the sample??? hahaha), my sensitive skin wasn't bothered. In fact, I forgot that it was there. I considered that a success. Soft enough for a cardigan then.
During the tour I have been scouring Ravelry for the perfect pattern for my precious first handspun sweater quantity. This needs to be a sweater I can wear all the time. Working from home dyeing yarn and taking care of three kids, I don't get the opportunity to dress up (nor do I really want to, geeky tees and jeans are fine by me). The pattern I choose needs to be casual enough that I will pick it up to wear over my Tardis tee on a Wednesday morning. What does that mean to me? It means an open front cardigan so I can easily take it off and on as I go from messy chores to running errands in view of the public (who take no notice of me, but still). It means raglan sleeves because they say to me, "I'm a cool sweater that doesn't take itself too seriously."
But the yarn should also dictate what the sweater should be. I looked upon my soft fuzzy yarn and immediately thought of soft, rustic cables. The cardigan should be something that you can snuggle up inside of when the cold winter wind starts to blow (or you are sitting directly under the air vent at the restaurant...AGAIN, seriously every time???).
I am still working on the plying but I am happy with the results so far. One hank of yarn was washed, fulled (dunked and agitated in hot and then cold water repeatedly), and snapped (to even out the twist). Once washed, the yarn fluffs up beautifully, almost obscuring the two plies as they twist around each other. The soft cream color is delightful and in a perfect world I would wear cream colored cardigans, never spill tomato sauce on my boobal region while I eat, and the dishes would do themselves. I am more than a little resistant to leaving the yarn undyed because of my own issues. I would love to, but there is no point in pretending I am something I am not. I eat like a ravenous puppy found in the woods. I drop things and am clumsy. I was just not meant to wear beige.