I’m sitting here behind my spinning wheel, defeated and waving my white flag. I recently told a local couple that I would give spinning their poodle fur into yarn a try. I washed it, dried it, carded it and started spinning it. All went well for about 10 minutes and then the crazy allergies set in. I got itchy, sneezy, and my eyes teared up. I moved forward refusing to believe I was allergic to something so soft.
I gave it another go tonight and the same thing happened. I just don’t know what to do. I don’t want to let those that requested the yarn down, but I just can’t see myself spinning 500 yards of poodle yarn at this point. It’s driving me batty.
I am so disappointed. I do not like letting people down… not… one… bit. This is actually making me a bit sick to my stomach. I think if I try again, it will be better, but each time I pick the fur up, I’m left itching for the next hour. I guess you can’t win them all. I’m going to give it one more go tomorrow night – we’ll see how it goes but I’m not optimistic. It spun up into such lovely yarn – this really is sad 😦
I’m almost embarassed more than anything. Basically this project went like this:
“Hey you, I like your yarn”
“Oh, my yarn? Thanks!”
“So my fiance and I have this standard poodle and we think it would be funny to knit a sweater for him out of yarn spun from his fur”
“Oh, that is the best idea ever”
“Think you can do it?”
“I can do anything, I’m kind of fabulous like that.”
“Great, we’ll be in touch”
And then they were in touch and the rest is sad, allergen filled, history.
You see, this is really bothering me.
So much so that it warrants a “triple sigh”