Completed my first successful spinning project over the weekend. On the trip to the wedding (not mine) in Maine, new roommate (not The Suz) and I wandered Portland on a walking fiber tour. I purchased a drop spindle at the Portland Fiber Gallery and Weaving Studio mostly because they had this golden fleece-- which was only half actual fleece and half tencel.

After heeding warnings to start with something simpler, and mangling a hank of lovely blue corriedale wool, I got the hang of the drop spindle and the resulting yarn (worsted) is on my swift and ready for winding.

People told me that spinning was addictive-- because what's missing in my life is addictions. Suppose I should be grateful that none of them are going to land me in prison-- and yes, now I'm counting the days until the road trip to Rhinebeck (NY Sheep and Wool Festival) so I can get more roving. And I'm wondering if I can talk The Family into buying me a wheel for Christmas.

There's no good way to end this. This all ends with me adopting a sheep and keeping it in my backyard until the authorities take it away or it has an unfortunate encounter with the Neighborhood Skunk.