Up until about 3 pm on Saturday we had another lovely day. So lovely that I took the wool out on the deck for another go at making rolags. I was determined.
Oh, yeah. Now I get it. Outside I could really tear into that fiber and make it do my bidding. I was being too nice.
Look at that. Not bad. Better, right?
And the pile kept getting bigger. This was just a drop in the bucket of what I still have to do though. A little fiber goes a very long way.
It all came to a halt when winter decided to make another appearance. It started with a thunderstorm, turned into a scary tornado warning and then it just got darn cold. Boooo. Oh, well. It is only February. The fleece will wait.