Ahhhh….fiber
I just love the process of spinning. I’m still fascinated how a tiny little clump of grease fleece can be washed, and then it becomes a giant fluffy cloud of clean carded fleece, and then once again reduced back down into a little bobbin full of yarn. I guess I’m easily entertained. I love spinning for many reasons, I like the end-product, of course, but when I spin, I think of the times my spinning mentor and I spent together while I was learning. I miss her. She passed away a year or so ago, and every time I card fiber, or start to spin on my wheel, it’s like I’m back there with her, and she’s coaching me, or smiling at my progress. My wheel had been sitting for a few months, and recently an online friend organized a virtual spinning “date” on Friday nights, so it helped me get back at it. I don’t always make it on a Friday night - but by Saturday afternoons or evenings, I’m usually back at the wheel. This is a cloud of Corriedale that I’ve had for a while. Corrie is so soft once it’s gone from grease to scoured, and it just spins up so obediently. I have some bunny fiber that a friend gave me. She used to raise angora rabbits, so she had some in her stash. I want to blend some of that with the next batch of Corriedale that I process.
