Blue Wensleydale

Not it’s not a cheese, it’s some roving that my Devonian friend, Lynne, was going to learn to spin with. Due to a mystery injury she’s decided to give spinning a miss and so I promised to spin it up for her. She’s hoping for sock yarn but I’m afraid that my spinning is still at the “what you get is what you get” stage!!!

Winding the yarn around the daybed end resulted in skeins that could only be hung to dry in the shower. however winding around the back of the wooden armchair meant that the skeins were short enough to hang up over the kitchen sink. Here you can see how I set the ply with the aid of two full tin cans.

In A Spin

Spun up some of my hand-dyed fleece the batch I called “Beowolf”at the time – all greeny-brown and very earthy. I used some of it to crochet some simple square coasters to protect the tables at the cottage and left them behind as a thank you. My final skein of “Beowolf” came out as boucle – not quite sure why. The orangey-yellowy skeins were super-soft though.

Back from Cornwall

Drove back from Cornwall on Saturday morning. Didn’t get to see much of that county as we were both ill ALL WEEK! Couldn’t even read much of the eleven books I took with me – my eyes just felt too weak.
Just about managed a teeny bit of spinning in between being pathetic on the day bed.