Generally, the yarn and I are one with each other. We can compromise between what I want it to become, and what it wants to become. But I’ve spun hundreds, probably thousands of yards of beaded yarn, and I can’t seem to get my most recent project to come out right.
It all started at a party. Perhaps not the best time to start a new project. Anyway. I spun my singles throughout the evening, and when I went to ply them the next morning I just could not get the yarn to be balanced. It was like the twist was inconsistent. Well, after 20 yards of frustration, I stomped off muttering acerbically under my breath, leaving poor Dad (who had been keeping me company) wondering what he’d done. And I haven’t picked up the yarn again yet.
I’m “letting the singles rest”. For the foreseeable future.