Tour de Fleece Day #15!
I love how a big pile of what looks like cotton candy, with some time and a bit of twist, becomes yarn. It’s like MAGIC.
I got this marvelous wool at the Falmouth Clam Festival, which was AWESOME (I ate more cheap fried seafood than is strictly healthy) but somewhat lacking in the yarn department (it being summer and all). But, sure as shootin’, there was a booth selling felted soap or whatever, with a little shelf in the very back full of beautiful plastic baggies full of fluff. I bought 64 grams of this beautiful bright pink Romney wool (the color in the top picture is more true), raised and cleaned and dyed with natural plant dye right here in Maine. As I spun, it smelled like a fairy garden, earthy and plant-ish but somehow sweet, and bits of grass and (hopefully) dirt slowly dusted out. It was a joy to spin. That bobbin right there is half the fiber, spun into the finest and most consistent singles I’ve yet managed to spin, and a bit of yarn twisted back on itself to see what the plied yarn will look like. Looks like lace-weight to me! HOORAY!
So I’m apparently not good at the whole spin-every-day thing, but I’m getting better! No, missknotty, I’m not on a team (and I don’t know how to reply to tumblr replies either). I’m a lone wolf on this wooly journey…
How’s your TdF going?