The cashmere arrived today. Colour: cream. Texture: cream. I came home from work with a killer migraine, and in my mailbox was two ounces of dreamy, fluffy, cashmere from WC Mercantile. I ordered it what feels like forever ago. It wasn't really that long, but it takes stuff awhile to get across the border at this time of year. I don't understand why it's called Cashmere, though. Cashfabulous or Cashmighty would be much more fitting.
Anyway, I couldn't bear to look at it when I get the wrapper off. Too bright for my throbbing brain to deal with. However, a nice long nap, painkiller, and a cup of tea later (not in that order) I spun up several yards of cobweb. No spinning wheel for this stuff. Not yet, anyways. It's getting the homemade spindle treatment. I must say, I like my little toy wheel spindle much better than any of the commercial ones I've checked out. Bottom whorl of course... less stress on the yarn to keep the air inside while I'm spinning it.
The darling below is Zinc, my DD's bearded dragon. Dignity isn't his thing when he's soakin' up the rays.
And I still need to take the tree down.
Anyway, I couldn't bear to look at it when I get the wrapper off. Too bright for my throbbing brain to deal with. However, a nice long nap, painkiller, and a cup of tea later (not in that order) I spun up several yards of cobweb. No spinning wheel for this stuff. Not yet, anyways. It's getting the homemade spindle treatment. I must say, I like my little toy wheel spindle much better than any of the commercial ones I've checked out. Bottom whorl of course... less stress on the yarn to keep the air inside while I'm spinning it.
The darling below is Zinc, my DD's bearded dragon. Dignity isn't his thing when he's soakin' up the rays.
And I still need to take the tree down.
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