Ponder on.

I am sitting here this morning, pondering.  I am pondering the way time moves along ever forward into tomorrow.  I am ponding how my grandkids are growing so much bigger and how they are fast beciming young ladies and gents, no longer little.  I am pondering spinning.

I did some spinning yesterday, playing around with the fibre I washed from raw, carded and cleaned by myself, to see just how fine I could go.  The answer is really, really thin.  It was intriguing and it made me start to ask myself what I wanted from this.

This fibre is kind of important to me.  I want to use it to knit some mittens and a hat from it.  I want it sturdy enough to be able to stand up to the rigors of mitts.  I want it soft enough to feel good around the back of your neck.  So that kind of means spinning with some intent. It was fun playing, but I do have a purpose.  This mornings job is to pull out some books, to do some reading and to see if I can glean some information about how to proceed, with intent.

And this afternoon, I have got to tend to my S 51 to get the footman replaced.  I have had the parts for a while and just never quite got round to repairing it.  It was working with my leather repair of it, but not quite as well as I know it can.  The S51 has been more of a plying wheel for me and man oh man do I have stuff to ply.  There are some lovely yarns to be had in the pile of storage bobbins waiting for plying.  

Time to get moving.  The day started slowly and late, and with all the pondering, lunch time approaches.  I had better get a move on it before I end up pondering the day away.**

**Not that pondering a day away is bad.  I love to do that.  But just not today.

***Gee, pondering gets expensive.  I ordered a new drum carder.  It is going to be much more useable than my current one.  Which I will keep for a bit just in case.