


I purchased about 2 pounds of this stuff and got just under half of it spun while we were in Maine. I seriously need to sit down and get serious about spinning again or I will never get through it all before Jerry and Alice are shorn.


There is no logic here. Let me warn you in advance. These entries are simply odd ramblings about my family, my spinning, weaving and knitting, my growing obsession with fiber and yarn and sometimes, just sometimes, the magick that floats through it all.
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