No medal for me, but then that is not a startling surprise. I have discovered that:
a. I really do enjoy the process more than the end product.
b. I am easily distracted.
c. I can't yet tell how many hours it takes to spin 8 oz. Have done some weighing and some maths and realise I have only spun about a quarter! But how long did I spend on that? Dunnoh. Wasn't paying attention.
d. I am a fibre shopaholic. What? You mean you knew that already? Ghasp.
You see, a funny thing happened on the way out to lunch this Saturday. I realised that I needed a niddy-noddy. Yes, that is right, I needed one. I know I could have tried to make one, or carried on using the bathroom door handle and sink tap, or the back of the chair. But I set off to the Handweaver's Studio to buy one. Well, when I was there, I couldn't help but spot the cutest spindle ever. Made by IST Crafts spindles, it twirls pretty fast. Currently playing with 25 grams of treetops colour harmonies Tussah silk in 'desert sage'.
So, what does my failed Olympic challenge look like so far?
Pretty fine, I reckon. I appear to have spun about 2.5 oz and have about 5.5 to go. She is coming out very thick and thin, but that is fine by me. I shall keep you updated on my progress, just don't hold your breath.
Now I back off to bed with Kleenex, Sinex, Lemsip and Pocket (the cat, who, although very therapeutic, is not as effective with colds as the first three things).