It's the whacking that changes everything!

Ok, so when I was plying the yarn and hoping the plying would make it look pretty and suddenly I'd like it? And then I finished plying and still didn't like it? I still don't LOVE it, but setting the twist did change the yarn a lot. Now, besides being bouncy and light, it looks like this:

And because I'm in love with the focus on this pic, here's it posing with the n-plied left-overs from the singles:

What a surprise

This looks pretty:

if you like orange. Which I don't. But it made me think of a beach sunset, as if the bottom of the cop were beach sand, going up to the sea, reflecting a little of the sun on the horizon and the sky still blue on the top. Except I don't even like sunsets, because they're orange. And yellow. I don't even know why I dyed this fiber in this way. Still, the damage was done, so I spun it.

And kept spinning (there was still orange)

The orange never left. Maybe I was in denial, because I kept thinking maybe when I plied I'd suddenly like it because it would look pretty.

Not so much. I guess everybody disagrees with me, and seeing these pictures, I disagree with myself and think it's a little cute. It looks all primary colours and happiness and little fish. But the cake is a lie, and I think these pics totally fail to capture just how hideous this yarn looks IRL. It looks dirty and muddy. Seriously, while I was plying, my thoughts kept getting grimmer and grosser with each yard. At some point, I thought it looked like someone had chewed on all the art yarns that I most dislike, swallowed it with Fanta, then puked and spun the result in even, nice, perfect singles. It was a fight to finish plying after that.

Still, I have one good thing to look forward now:

Whacking! I love whacking. I wish I could whack everyday. I'd be so much more relaxed. As would the yarn.

sw merino, 125g, 393 yards