Losing the will to knit

A few weeks ago my course started, and with it went a lot of my free time. I'm not studying constantly, but going out to classes everyday has been taking a lot more energy than I'm used to using, and when I'm not studying, I'm generally sleeping or lying on my bed staring at the ceiling. I've knit very little in the last weeks.

I did finish a hat, but got stuck on my hitchhiker, and when the other night, I decided to start a hat (being my go-to jumpstart project) I couldn't even make it through the cast on.

I have some yarn arriving in the next few days for a test knit, that should get me started, and something with an even more important deadline approaching, so I'm going to have to somehow find the time to get those rows in, tired or not.

Selfish Knitting + A New Addition

For the last couple of weeks I've been working mainly on test knits, which I really enjoy, but last night I decided I wanted to do some selfish knitting. Something just for me, preferably thoroughly enjoyable and using something luxurious. My Hitchhiker was born. the merino silk yarn, and the simple, but not mindless pattern are perfect.

I didn't get a whole lot of knitting done yesterday though, because I was slightly distracted by something:

Her name is Kara

Yes indeedy, I got my first wheel. I took my Alomst-Grandmother, who is a wealth of spinning knowledge, along to a second hand dealers where I'd seen Kara weeks before, she was still there, and after an hour or so of set up, she was pronounced a good first wheel, which was lucky since I'd already fallen in love. I got her for a song, and with some blue fleece from Peg, I started the long journey that is learning to spin.

I've already got two bobbins full, and no fleece left, and while the first bobbin (above) mostly looks like fluff, the outermost singles on the last bobbin are identifiably that, singles.