Man, you guys are weird! Well, some of you are.
I got some interesting entries, apart from the two I posted Friday (which came from Ian, of course, as at least one of you figured out). Lots of attempts to spin dryer lint, dust bunnies, and cotton balls were reported. As well as human hair spinning. There is a bunch of dog hair spinning going on, of various breeds, and cat hair spinning, even some hamster and guinea pig spinning. And even one instance each of horse hair spinning and buffalo spinning.
There were several that I could not choose between, so I picked at random.
Here are the weird spinning runners up: industrial waste, milkweed pod fluff, dogbane, and silk from ears of corn.
And the winning entry:
“Would you believe…fresh seaweed! Yep! It is true! When my kids were little we spent summers on Plum Island in Massachusetts. There is a wildlife sanctuary there where I would take them swimming. This very hairy seaweed washed in one morning and I attempted to spin it! Yech! I ruined the finish on my drop spindle but the stuff did spin! I brought it home, pinned the end of it on the edge of my deck and layed it out to dry! voila!! seaweed “twine” decoration for the deck!”
This entry was from Kate in Massachusetts. Thanks Kate! Your prize is a 10 ounce package of frozen spinach. Thaw it out, spin it, and ply it with your seaweed.
No, just kidding. Your real prize is this lovely handpainted merino/silk roving:
Please don’t ply it with seaweed.
My Amateur Spinning
There’s a bunch of spinning-related topics that come up in the comments that I’ve not addressed — like Navajo plying. Yup, I do know of it. In fact, for some reason, I knew about Navajo plying and how it was done long, long, long before I started spinning. Have I tried it? Nope. Am I likely to? I wouldn’t rule anything out, but no, not in the near future. Why not? Because.
And from time to time, some of you have tried to lure me into the joys of dyeing. Gotta say, don’t see it happening, for purely practical reasons. Those purely practical reasons are:
It looks really, really messy and I am opposed to really really messy. Now those among you who have seen my home and/or office will collapse into gales of giggles reading that I am opposed to really really messy. What I have in my home and in my office is clutter, not mess, thank-you very much.
The other reason is closely related to the first. I live in a two-bedroom condo. Now it is a large two-bedroom condo, but I don’t have a room where I would be comfortable slopping dye around. (And believe me, if I were dyeing, I’d be a-slopping!) I’ve got a small kitchen and there’s not any extra room there. My bathroom is off-limits for such activities, and I’d like to keep the second bathroom in some minimum state of cleanliness. It is, after all, Lucy’s bathroom.
And Julie asked:
Ummm, so how did you know how to do what you did with the roving to get it to self-stripe? Was it instinct, or is there a manual somewhere that tells a person how to achieve the desired effect?
You can call it instinct, or you can call it dumb luck. Probably safer to call it dumb luck. It just seemed like the way it ought to be done. I don’t know if it’s the right way, but it worked for me, so I’m happy.
Mohair Scarf . . .
. . . is done.
And I did some knitting on my handspun sweater.
And Lucy did some relaxing.