As I finished up the rustic merino, I planned my next project. I’ve got a whole mess of red mohair fiber that could be spun. I figured I could get started on it immediately, and so I did. The plan I had in mind was to do a 3 ply and then do a 2 ply, giving myself two differing skeins of yarn to work with. I suspect even if I do both skeins, I’ll still have a whole mess of leftover red mohair to keep spinning. It’s probably sweater quantity, but I can’t wear mohair anyhow so it’s pointless for me to try to make sweater quantities.
I finished up the first bobbin in short order:
It really is a lovely red. And it’s been a pleasant spin as well, to be honest. However, I just got done with 8 ounces of dark brown, and so the prospect of one color again was a bit daunting.
I started the second bobbin. And began to question my life choices.
I got bored, I got annoyed, and I walked away from the wheel.
And then I remembered what I read about project pan, how it’s not supposed to be a punishment. If you don’t like it, don’t do it.
So, I thought about that for a bit and went into my fiber cupboard to pull out something colorful. Then I remembered that the goal at the beginning of TdF, ONLY a few days ago, that I’d already forgotten, was simply to work on the declutter projects a bit each day. Not to fly through every declutter project and work on them exclusively, just to work on them a bit each day. Because it’s not a punishment.
So, I’ve got another half bobbin of the red mohair and a tiny bit of a colorful spin I’ll talk about later. And that’s where I am in TdF. And it’s no longer feeling like a punishment.