My July 31st deadline for organizing my life arrived, and departed in a brief, quiet burp. I did know that it was unrealistic. However, it helped in my continuous battle with entropy. (I love that word, defined by dictionary.com as a measure of the disorder or randomness in a closed system. The only word I love more is hysteresis.) Most of the house is organized or in the finishing stages. My knitty litter is under control*. The only unorganized stash sits near the fiber room because it lacks a box. The Rubbermaids are full. I have vowed to buy no more Rubbermaids. This represents about five pounds of fiber, purchased over two years.
We will not discuss my study. It would surprise no one to hear that stuff from other parts of the house have been unceremoniously dumped into the study. That allowed me to define that other room as done.
Yes. I know this is the pea and the shell game. I'm good with that.
Spunky BFL, colorway Thunderstorm/Bruised Spinner/Postsurgical Wound was tw0-plyed as planned. I loved the single, the two ply is good. It is a touch overplyed, so will go into the pile of yarn that needs twist taken out or more twist put in to finish it.
I bought BriarRose BFL top late last year off the website. When it arrived, the colors were more subdued than the picture on the monitor. I wasn't disappointed enough to return it. I trusted Chris Roosien's color sense.
I loved the BFL top. Silky. Smooth. It literally acted like good tussah silk. The single wasn't exciting. I divided the 10.5 ounces into three bobbins (spit splice x1). Then I joined them in a standard three ply (no chains). Oh. WOW. Is it a spinning law that if you don't like the singles, you will love the plyed yarn? And if you love the singles, the plyed yarn will not create equal happiness?