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So, I finished the yarn I was spinning! Yay! It’s a little funny, because I spun two bags of orange and one bag of white, and spun two threads of orange with one thread of white… and I have a whole lot of white left over. Just goes to show, consistency is not a feature of n00b work!
I also think I overtwisted both yarns. Especially the three-ply. I put it on my umbrella skeinwinder… and it collapsed it. So I wound it around a wooden chair and left it for a while. When I get some time I’ll pull it from the chair and wash and dry it. Then I’ll get pictures! This process left the skeinwinder available for my white yarn, so that’s good.
Next, of course, is the yarn for the scarf. After examining my colors, I decided to use the intense teal color for experimentation. It didn’t really go with the other colors as well. It’s going… interestingly. I mean, bamboo is a whole lot different to spin! I keep getting tufts left over on the couch or on my shirt, and it’s pretty hard to get the thickness where I want it. I think I have it now, though.
I did two test yarns and knitted them up. The first was way too thin, even for my #5 needles. The second is a good thickness, I think. But… well, the swatches are stockinette. My swatch didn’t stay rectangular, it turned into a parallelogram. The edges are at about a 45 degree angle to the top and bottom.
Sooooo….. that’s a very interesting effect. Not really what I was going for! I didn’t wash the bamboo yarn before swatching with it, though. I’m hoping that will make a difference. I am currently spinning up a bunch of it so I can do a pattern repeat and find out how much yarn it takes, so I can spin up the right amount. But if it keeps coming out angled, I don’t even know. It’s so strange. Maybe I over twist it, but I’m not sure I can successfully make bamboo yarn without twisting it this much?
I’m worried that the answer is “You’re trying to spin the bamboo too thick. It doesn’t like that. You have to spin thinner thread and then just ply it up.” I don’t want to make six or nine ply yarn, do people even do that, WTF?
Hopefully the washing will fix the problem and I will stop making Stockinette Askew. If it keeps going, I’ll have to find some other yarn to spin up for this scarf, and that will be annoying!
Captain Awkward has a post from a young lady whose mother is awful to her about her weight. She mentions being busty, and Sweet Machine offers advice that includes advice to go get fitted and get a new bra and it will make everything better.
This is the off-topic comment I didn’t post:
Fellow Chest Of Doom here. I kind of hate it when everyone is like “Go get fitted! Go to Intimacy, they’re awesome!” Bras should fit against your chest wall in the middle, you know, and if they don’t you’ve got the wrong bra.
I went and got fitted. I went to Intimacy. They only have underwire! They didn’t have many things in my size. The things they had hurt. Even more annoying, the bra they put me in and swore up and down was the right size? It was too small for my big boob, and I overfilleth the cup. The line that seemed most likely to be most comfortable did not go up to my size.
They said, look, it takes a while to get used to an underwire. Take this bra that we swear up and down is your size, NO REALLY, and wear it for a couple of weeks. You’ll love it.
I wore it home. I tried to wear it. It hurt! It kept hurting! It didn’t sit flat against my chest wall, because my boobs just don’t work like that! Apparently, some boobs are like that and no bra will fit against the chest wall in front. So the wire pokes out in front, and digs more in the bottom. This was the bra that was the best fit? Seriously? $70 to walk around in pain and aggravation until, I dunno, I get underboob callouses?
OTOH, they did confirm that my band size was correct. And for all that they swore the number of the bra was meaningless, the cup size was useful information. (OMG I am a lot bigger than I thought) and gave me something to try from other shops.
I stopped at a bra store and tried all their big bras. All of them ugly, and none of them fit. I got on the internet that made the previous Single Bra That Fit Me (that didn’t go up to my new size) and found a new Single Bra That Fits Me. It even only mostly fits me. I overfilleth. And it’s *padded*. Like I need extra there? And do you have any idea how few size H bras don’t have underwires? I live in terror of the day they cancel or change this line of bras.
EVEN WORSE, once I had a properly fitted bra, half my shirts stopped fitting. Because now I was properly supported, you see! Not only do buttoned shirts gap, but t-shirts rose like an inch in the front. There goes all those cute fitted shirts. I feel unstable on stairs because I can’t see my feet!
Right. Rant over, because this is not all about me. Mostly I wanted to put it here so that others can know that actually, a newly fitted bra might not change your life. It’s still helpful, generally speaking, but it might not be a game-changer.
What is a game-changer, in my world, is learning to love the shape you are and learning to dress for your shape and your style. I used to wear dark crew-neck t-shirts and jeans. I went through a skirt phase, and now I wear them sometimes. Now I wear v-neck or scoop-neck shirts in bright colors, with jeans or a skirt, and with shawls. I can move comfortably, I read socially as idiosyncratically feminine, and I feel generally pretty. A few years back I gave up on feeling body-shame and spend most of my summer in tank tops with my bra showing (except at work).
Dressing oneself is incredibly hard for a lot of people, especially those who do not conform to Standards. Even the outliers have standards, because manufacturers have to make enough units to make a profit. Racks my size are uncommon, but they still have a market; racks my shape? Apparently, there’s no market for that.
I do not believe that it is impossible to construct a bra that supports my breasts, fits flush against my chest, and does not create spillage. However, at this time, it is practicably impossible for me to find it.