I am smitten with all types of fibre (as well as books of course) and it takes me off on varied tracks all over the place. That old saying “Jack of all trades – master of none” springs to mind.
After struggling with limited success to teach myself to spin with a drop spindle I was lucky enough to find a second hand spinning wheel within easy travelling distance from home. The past week has been a hive of activity here with frantic spinning of the wheel – much cursing and frustration as the yarn broke on almost every revolution of the spinning wheel and a little coercion to persuade DH to effect some minor running repairs and adjustments I am feeling very smug as I have a ball of yarn sitting in front of me this evening.
The satisfaction of knowing where the wool came from and having a hand in most stages of processing is immense.
This yarn was grown and processed within 20klms of home. I have yet to decide what to create with this yarn – whatever it is I shall treasure it.