I keep looking at my spindled yarns and reassuring myself that I'm actually a decent spinner. It's the only way I can keep from shrieking and crying in frustration and ripping all my hair out.
I was on the brink of that last night when I noticed that one of the carefully pre-drafted lengths of fiber I'd laid out on the back of my chair had gone missing. I looked around for a second and then I noticed the following. It cheered me up immediately.
many more pictures of what two kittens can do with a length of corriedale, on my flickr.
Little. Sneak. Thieves.
Fortunately, I've got several pounds of corriedale, BFL and BFL extra fine from Copper Moose in my fiber stash, as well as two pounds of roving from Beaverslide. I have NO problem using all of it up on the learning process. That's what it is for and I can always buy more, right? My dreams of spinning enough yarn for a sweater or a shawl can still be realized and it doesn't have to be *that* particular batch of fiber.
It's so frustrating to go from having a sense of mastery over spinning with the spindle, to feeling like a rank beginner again (and a bad one!) with the wheel. I suck at being new and not good at things. The good part about this is that it tends to piss me off and I
Back to the wheel.