What do these do things possibly have in common? Aside from the norm..nothing....unless you happen to be spinning Alpaca.
Yes, folks, I stupidly decided that the ball of grey alpaca I've had for years would be the perfect compliment ply to the oatmeal generic wool that was just finished being spun.
I don't know if it's the dryness in the air or a forgetful memory, but the last time I spun alpaca (over a year ago?) I'll be danged if I remember it being soooo fly-away. Yikes! I'm talking hair everywhere, including all over my clothes, up my nose and down my throat.
Hence, all day yesterday and all last night, I was coughing, hacking, cackkking.....like a cat trying to bring up a hairball. I felt little annoying wisps all over my face, in my eyes, on my arms, even though nothing was visible.
Well, I don't want to throw the alpaca away! That would be crazy talk. It's so silky, so smooth, such a beautiful grey. And I know how it can transform a so-so yarn into something luxurious when it's plied with even a generic wool. So what's a spinner to do?.........Surgical masks!!
So I went over to the storage house and dug out 3 masks. It's gotta work, right? I'm going to try it today. If it doesn't, and I'm still coughing up hair balls tonight, then I might consider ditching the fiber. And that would break my heart. Because.....there's 4 ounces of white alpaca in the storage bin waiting to be spun.....at another time. Maybe in a couple of years. When the memory of the hair ball causing, fly-away fiber is very, very distant.
I just hope I don't try to sip my coffee while forgetting the mask is on my face!
what a difference a few days make
2 weeks ago