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Spinning Jabba the Hut: Spinning, Plying, Drying, and Lust-Inducing Yarn


Jabba the HutNow that I’m writing Part Two, I notice that, although these pictures are lust-inducing for me, for you this might be a bit less exciting than Part One.

The rest of the story is: and then I spun it. It took a while.

I made two judgement calls during this phase: I wanted the most yardage possible from these batts, and the samples of the spun yarn weren’t as blue as I’d hoped.

To conquer these two challenges, I first spun all three batts as singles, and then plied them with a strand of mostly-blue-something-else.

Here’s the Jabba on the bobbin. A lot less blue here, nyet?
5 spinning the base yarn (1)

5 spinning the base yarn (2)

And here’s our plying strand on the bobbin. This is a little bit of topaz tencel from Superior Fibers, and a lot of BFL/silk in Ancient Mariner, from Edgewood Garden Studio:
5 spinning the base yarn (3)

After spinning, the bobbins rest for a day before plying. This is hard for me to handle.

This resting period allows twist to distribute and settle, preventing the singles from tangling and coiling while you try to ply. If a spinner doesn’t have issues letting the yarn alone while it rests, I’m not sure I can relate to her.
Plied and on the swift. You can’t see it, but I am awash in drool:
6 plied and finished (3)

6 plied and finished (2)

Hanging to dry, aka Mystifying the Neighbors:
6 plied and finished (1)


So Gorgeous I Can’t Stop Taking Pictures and the Drool is Out of Hand:
6 plied and finished (8)

6 plied and finished (9)

6 plied and finished (7)

6 plied and finished (6)

720 yards of lust-inducing yarn.

Now. What do I do with it?

5 thoughts on “Spinning Jabba the Hut: Spinning, Plying, Drying, and Lust-Inducing Yarn

  1. Yes, the yarn is gorgeous, but I must say that my eye was also taken by the grain in the wood. 🙂

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    • Ha! That sounds so you-like, Joanne. Pattern, abstraction, closeup, detail, subtle color. SO you. It’s a beautiful table… it’s the one I grew up eating at. My mother gave it to me when she moved to a small condo. I’m very attached to it.


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