Friday Fluff

 

Wednesday was a spectacular Tour day. Cav broke a record for stage wins and I got to play with wool all morning without the incessant buzzing of The Mister who was out playing golf. It was a glorious day.

My wasp sting itchies were finally over so I got explore the Cormo/Tussah braid I brought home from the MDSW. It looked very promising but.......

....that black tussah silk overpowers everything else once it's spun. It's rather drab but it's a lovely soft spin so it breaks even I suppose. 

As soon as The Mister was up the driveway I surrounded myself with all my ongoing fiber projects. 

I've been spinning those bags of merino pencil roving for years on the Russian spindle. I dig it out every Tour and add a little more onto my bobbins. One day I'll have enough to ply-or not. It doesn't really matter. It's all about the process.

I even got out this precious little spindle that one of you gifted me. It's a wonderful little toy. Spinning is like meditation to me. I get into a zone and it feels wonderful. 

I could stay in that zone all day. 

It must be in my DNA. My 5th grandmother had a spinning wheel and lots of wool in her possession in 1778. Once upon a time we had a border collie that had never seen a sheep but he knew how to herd. I think it works this way.