I spin wool into finished yarn. When I first started, my perfectionist tendencies reigned supreme attempting the thinnest, smoothest wool. Sometimes, this worked out for me surprisingly well, floating on a high of beginner's luck.
But sometimes it didn't, as the Great Plying Disaster of 2012 showed. Many tears were spent. My father who is a knot enthusiast could not even untangle this mess, although he tried by gracefully draping the freed wool around the apartment, making my small apartment into a jungle.
So I put it aside for a few months, and when I started spinning with my wheel, I was anxious to try and save what I could of this braid. I took what was left and combined it with an ecru Blue Faced Leicester wool- to extend the yardage and add some simple variety to the colorway. The result was beautiful. It is a thick and thin wool but in the majority of places, it is a sport weight.
I named it Lake Crescent for its colors, similar to the place of the same name on the Olympic Peninsula. I often find myself wishing I was here, falling asleep in the bottom of a canoe.
This yarn lived in my stash for a while, and then was started into a shawl, only to languish there a few more months. Finally, something called to me to finish this project this autumn. The pattern was based off of Kate Ray's Multnomah.
I'm so happy with the final product. It is really a gratifying experience to have a complete mess turned into a lovely, soft, warm shawl. Now whenever I feel like canoeing on a crystal clear lake in the moutains, I'll just wear this instead and it'll hold me for a while.
Olivia Rose Muzzy
Works in progress, works in retrospect.