The Cop From Hell

26 Apr

No, I haven’t been arrested (although I did get caught by one of those &%$#^ red-light-no-yellow things the other day…). This is instead a tale about greed. The sort of greed that stems from the desire to spin lots and lots of yarn on a drop spindle in one go.

It all began when I had dyed some really beautiful roving (see blog header and this post) and thought longingly about how I wanted to use it. My hope, or rather, my desire was to spin enough to make something with it, perhaps a scarf or a pair of mittens.

I spun as finely as I could, given the spindle weight and wool. Thinly made singles laying one on top of the other. Carefully wound onto the spindle so that they could easily be unwound for plying. As my rapacity for twisted fiber kept growing, so did the cop on my little spindle, with each turn, ever fatter and heavier. (Much like the cliched human ‘cop’ gets from eating donuts…) Little did I know that I had over 260 yards of singles waiting to be plyed.

Once I started to ply, I realized where my avarice had taken me. I knew that Andean-plying wouldn’t work, for nothing, even the lure of freshly spun wool, is worth losing my circulation. But, despite this, my impulsiveness took hold of me and I began winding the singles unto my hand. Winding, coiling, wrapping. On and on it continued, my hand turning a slight shade of blue. I thought it would never end until…

The Tangle.

My beautiful singles, so lovingly spun with such passion and desire decided to rebell. No longer aligned neatly next to each other, despite my carefully and consciously constructed order. Instead they were crowded, vying for space, clinging to one another, like commuters on the Tokyo subway. Becoming a tangled inseparable mound.

The desire to spin so much yarn so quickly had slowly turned into a lesson. One in patience. One in which I had to realize that getting so much done all at once leads not to triumph, but often, instead to a snarled mass of confusion. The gains I thought I had made were quickly lost. In untangling my cop, I had to divide it into two. Carefully coaxing the knotted singles out, freeing then from their constricting, limited space. Hoping that in time their liberation would allow me to try plying once again.

Although I was eventually able to ply, it took a long time. It was ultimately, however, a lesson well learned.

GVB roving 2

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9 Responses to “The Cop From Hell”

  1. knitplaywithfire April 26, 2007 at 5:55 pm #

    But the yarn is so pretty.

  2. myhobbyisyarn April 26, 2007 at 7:22 pm #

    Lol, like Tokyo commuters! It looks like it was worth it though! Are you going to make a scarf or mittens?

  3. geckogrrl April 26, 2007 at 7:45 pm #

    Thanks! It turned out well — it just took forever to ply it. Haven’t decided what it’ll be quite yet…

  4. Kelly April 26, 2007 at 11:24 pm #

    As my sainted mother says: “Oh F, another learning experience. Just what we needed today.”

    The yarn is gorgeous though, I love the way you blended the colors.

  5. Jeanne April 27, 2007 at 9:20 am #

    The yarn is gorgeous – so at least it ended well! How much yardage did you end up with?

  6. geckogrrl April 27, 2007 at 11:25 am #

    Thanks you all! It was about 130 yards double-plyed.

  7. Rina April 27, 2007 at 6:02 pm #

    Beautiful yarn! You have far more patience than I do.

  8. Em April 27, 2007 at 6:14 pm #

    Beautiful yarn! I do know what you mean by the “avarice” to spin: I think the last time I plied (andean, of course; like I had the patience to wait to wind off onto something proactical!) I think my middle finger turned purple. Patience in spinning is certianly a lesson I need ot learn as well. But it’s so hard when we get such great yarny results!

  9. Leslie April 29, 2007 at 4:50 pm #

    Oh, I’ve SO been there and done that! Glad it turned out so beautifully!

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