A Dutch woman won the women’s race on Champs d’Elysees!
Anna van der Breggen!
It was a raining pipestalks, as we like to say here in the Netherlands, which is to say it rained heavily. All the soot and dirt detached from the road surface -pittoresque cobble stones!- and the road became every slippery.
Lots of riders fell. Some got seriously hurt.
I spun my second bobbin full of singles during that race, stopping and holding my breath frequently.
The first bobbin I had spun from end to end, making fairly long stretches per colour.
For the second bobbin I split up the roving in smaller strips so the colours would change faster.
This is called “fractal spinning”
In the evening the men’s race was adapted, there was to be no racing to minimize accidents. Just a little sprint at the end, when the roads were dry again and all the dirt had been washed away during the down pours earlier in the day.
The sprint was won by Greipel.
During this race I plied my singles and I had to peddle hard to finish just as the riders crossed the finish line. So now I know it takes 3 hours of serious spinning to get 325 m of yarn plied. In those 3 hours had to lie down for 30 minutes twice.
The result is a striping yarn with all harmonious colours. There are no hard breaks, colourwise.
With a little bit of luck each yarn has one stage where working with it is a sheer joy. It can be the knitting. It can be wearing the finished product.
Spinning offers more stages.
This yarn had its peak during the spinning of the singles. That’s where the silk shone. Where the colours excelled and interacted. Where the spinner gets some sort of conversation with the dyer. Especially when the sun light was falling on the drafting zone it was absolute joy.
So much colours. Such delicacy.
The plying was not much fun. The colours did not interact the way I anticipated (and I’m not particularly good with reality not confirming to my expectations).
One plus one did not bloom into more than the sum of the two. It ended up rather brown…
This is a tricky stage. I might be fooled into thinking this yarn is no good and might hesitate to knit with it. But the joy/quality of knitting the yarn and having a finished object from it cannot be predicted at this stage. I have to do it to find out.
The old ceramic pipes with their long stalks that give pouring rain its name:
pic by Goedewaagen which still sells old fashioned quality handmade ceramics.