Ever since I returned to the world of crocheting almost a year ago I have become a bit obsessed. I’ve wanted to explore all the different hooks that were available to me; different patterns, and especially the different yarns.
My family has gotten to the point where they want to ban me from being able to buy more yarn (good thing I know some of my favorites to buy online 😂). However, the one thing I hadn’t really tried was smaller, more artisan style yarns.
Most of the yarn I have in my stash comes in the traditional skein – where I can either find the end and pull my working yarn from the center, or from around the skein itself.
However, I was watching a demonstration on Craftsy and the teacher was talking about using the more artisanal style yarn that is hand dyed…so, of course I wanted to try it.
I went through Craftsy and bought three lots of Cloudborn yarn.
It looked so pretty, and so fancy. I felt like I had really come up in the world. I knew from the Craftsy demonstration that unlike the yarn I was used to purchasing, I couldn’t just start working with this yarn – some care and preparation needed to be taken with this. That really should have been my first clue this style of yarn was not for me…care, patience really aren’t my strengths.
Armed with the 20 second demonstration I had gotten from the online course, I felt prepared to handle. My yarn.
It was with only minimal struggles that I got the knot unraveled and had to figure out how to begin working with it.
And then, I had to figure out what to do with this giant circle thing-y. After a little bit of trial and error, I was able to gain momentum and begin making my ball. It was a little tedious. I had tried preparing regular skeins in the past because I got tired of knots in the middle of my work, but I really don’t have the patience. I just want to pick up and go.
But, all things considered, it wasn’t terribly long and I had my entire skein unraveled and redone as a proper yarn ball, ready to start whatever project I wanted to embark on next.
I was quite pleased. To have struggled so little and it be my first time out. I was queen of the world: Bow before the awesome yarn winder.
The next night, my husband and I were going to binge watch the rest of the season of AMC’s “The Terror” (side note: If you haven’t started watching this limited series, you really need to do so, it is magnificent). And because I wanted to focus on the show more than count stitches in my head for the latest amigurumi I was working on, I thought it would be perfect to put my new killer yarn winding skills to use.
Ironically, hubris and overconfidence is some of what leads to the downfall of the crew of The Terror in the show, and it came to bite me, too.
I should have known things weren’t going to go well when I unwound the knot and already had some tangles. Thinking I could totally sort this out, I thought if I wrap the circle around my feet, there will be less chance of the yarn continuing to get tangled and I’ll be able to create the yarn ball in no time at all.
It was an “A” for effort and a “F” for execution. Almost as soon as I began to work from this position, the yarn got even more twisted and tangled, which lead to me getting more and more frustrated. After all, I had been totally able to rock this my first time out, why would the second time cause issues; shouldn’t that have been in reverse?
Trying not to let myself get too flustered, I took the yarn from around my feet and laid it in my lap like I had done with the previous knot and started again. But either I had already caused too much damage and gotten things tied up worse than I thought, or this lot had been created differently, but the mess continued to gather in my lap…further jangling my nerves.
After about two hours, during which I saw almost none of the show (I would have been better off crocheting and counting stitches), I was left with a mangled pile of yarn. I called a temporary truce and went to bed. Next morning I woke up and decided to get a fresh start. I tried to be as patient as I could – slowly undoing knots, easing the free yarn to join my itsy-witsy yarn ball. After another two hours, I had ended up with something that looked more like an avant-garde shawl, or a rejected web design from “Charlotte’s Web.”
And it was at that time that I conceded defeat. I snipped the strand that I had been working with so that I could salvage a small ball of yarn, but that may be all that I save. The ends of the yarn are trapped somewhere in that muddled mayhem: The more I try to find them, the deeper they retreat. I don’t often concede, but this was just a bit out of my depth; plus, I was just getting more annoyed as I tried to untangle it (again, no patience).
I haven’t entirely thrown in the towel – the yarn barf lump is sitting next to my work station (I swear it is mocking me). I also think the first knot unraveled so nicely and worked up so quickly to lull me into a false sense of security so I would get over cocky with my actions. The sad thing is I still have one more knot of yarn that I have not even touched yet that I’m now terrified to begin working with…I don’t want to mess that up, too.
In the end, I guess I should chalk the whole encounter up to a learning experience and try to move on…and find as many Craftsy and YouTube demonstrations for how to unravel these damn things as possible.