Sometimes all you need is a change in perspective. I’d offered quite some time ago to spin some yarn for a friend who knits, in exchange for barter to be determined later (always fun, with the right kind of person). At the time, I’d been doing a lot of wheel spinning, and so my mental image of this project was that it would be spun on the wheel at home.
Shortly thereafter I got very busy again, and had little time at home to spin. The wool languished, in an attractive pile, carefully bagged to keep out dog fur. (To the limit possible, as I have not invented a new packaging technology. Sorry.)
It sat, and I felt guilty. And it sat some more.
I finished my carry-around knitting this week. It isn’t done, but the next bit requires some thought, so it isn’t good for meetings and seminars. I looked around for new knitting, but the dyed skein for a test project wasn’t dry.
Hm, I thought this morning. I can’t go out into the world stringless. I have a seminar today!
But wait! Spinning does not require a wheel, no matter my mental image. And if I turn the yarn into a carry-around project, it will get done.
What does Abby say about spindles? Slower by the hour, faster by the week, or something to that effect.
I’m already infinitely farther than I was this morning!