Westmoreland |
Song for the Spinning Wheel |
William Wordsworth (1770–1850) |
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The very first thing I did this morning was to put my newest tool to work to see if it would do what I really wanted it to do. Yes indeed it did and a far better job too, than I could have imagined with no practise. I had to stop and redo pigtail bits only twice. An unexpected plus was this bobbin held the entire Victoria bobbin worth of singles! I wasn't expecting that at all. The proof will be seeing if the much much more smoothly loaded bobbin helps me with my plying woes. Then off to spinning. I dug out a braid of Colour Adventures Falkland in the George colourway. I am rapidly reaching the bottom of my pre dyed fibre. I have so much natural colour fibre that I want to spin up before I purchase more just for the colours. So many textures, so many varieties, so much interesting fibre. To say nothing of the fleece! I guess if I want colours, I will have to take the time to do that too. Also, darn. I really wanted to see this tea cozy and forgot to ask after it. It is just so adorable. Well darn. |
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