You may correctly surmise by the lack of a “finished my September Sock-a-Month socks!” post that I did not, in fact, finish my September Sock-a-Month socks.
Instead, I dug out some Tinsel Toes in the Prince of the Wood Elves colourway from the Unique Sheep.
I got this yarn as part of their Lord of the Rings sock club, but since I’m not really sold on tencel blends for socks, it sat until its time came to be something else. That time had arrived.
It was perfect for a Milkweed shawl. The pattern is well written, and a quick and easy knit. The colours in the yarn are subtle enough that, when knit in garter stitch, they don’t obscure the pattern at all but just add a bit of depth. The tencel gives it a nice silvery sheen.
Sometimes, when you can’t be there in person to give someone a comforting hug, a knit has to take your place. This was quickly wrapped up and sent off to be where I could not.
I then returned to my socks, but found they weren’t absorbing enough and left me too much time to think and worry, so back to the spinning wheel I went.
This gorgeous rusty brown Corriedale was a gift from Briley. He dyed it and sent to me, thinking it would make some nice sock yarn. It turned out beautifully.
It came out at 319 yards, 15 wpi, 3 ply. Thanks, Brian – it was a pleasure to spin, and I love the subtle colours. I’m looking forward to knitting it up to see how the Corriedale fares compared to the merino and BFL sock yarns I’ve made.
So yes, I can put some music on and spin away, letting my thoughts be absorbed into the colours flowing through my fingers. It feels strange that I now get that feeling from spinning instead of knitting, but there it is, and there’s no sense fighting it. I couldn’t really leave the bobbins empty, could I?
Out came some 50/70 oatmeal BFL/silk in some beautifully calm, cool colours. It’s from The Thylacine, a colourway named Sandspit River. Silk still seems to give me trouble, but I patiently worked my way through it.
At 12 wpi, it’s a bit thicker than was I hoping, even though it’s only a 2-ply, but 220 yards should give me enough to do something with. I don’t what, but something.
And just as I was hanging it to dry after setting the twist, I got the phone call I was waiting for. Things still aren’t good, but they’re better. I can downgrade my worrying to a state of watchful concern. I suppose that’s about the best one can ask for in the circumstances. In the meanwhile, I’m thankful I have distractions.