On Wednesday I finished the first half of my Corgi Hill Farm green merino and wound it all off onto a roll I started the weekend before:
I started spinning this merino back in July in Paris. Wanting to mark the occasion for the blog, I went looking for the first roll to take a picture. The roll wasn’t in the bottom drawer with the other ones. I ended up tidying up my bedroom and sorting out my spinning stash and making sure it was all in Ravelry. That was a good thing, but the roll didn’t materialize.
I searched a few project bags. No dice. I gave up and made sure the second half of the fiber was in my bag on Thursday. At work we had a fire drill – perfect! Spinning was perfect to distract me from the fact that I’d left my coat inside and I was a bit chilly. Plus my friend increased my freak/geek factor even more by letting another co-worker know I’ve got a spinning wheel at home. Here’s the second half of the fiber in progress.
So then last night I went hunting in my giant Namaste bag for some fingering weight scraps to swatch out an idea and out popped my spindle bag. It wasn’t empty. Eureka! This was where I’d put that first semi-squished roll. And it turns out that I didn’t actually finish spinning the first half of the fiber because there was a little bit left here.
I’m relieved that I didn’t lose all the spinning I did in Paris, but I’m still annoyed that I completely forgot what I did with it. Perhaps it’s the fact that I did the forgetting the week that I turned 40 that’s making it hard to get over being such a scatterbrain.