I took my wheel out to the front porch for my morning spinning. It was downright chilly there for a while. I want to finish up the flicked dyed locks, miserable project. I'm not doing this again - spinning should be fun.
Every time I do this I swear that I'll never do it again. I cannot tell you how many times I've sworn that I'd never do this again. These are the last of my locks - and I am NEVER going to do this again, although they do make an interesting skein~
I'm going to use the finished yarn for felted bags at the craft fair in November. I've never done a craft fair before! The locks are miserably felted but the colors are interesting and I'm sure the finished yarn will lend itself well to a bag. Honest. I'm not dying locks again - I always felt them and then they are hateable.
I dyed more skeins today to go with my miserable locks skein. I'm guessing that I have about three felted-bags worth of yarn at this point. I was thinking about the craft fair while I walked the dogs. Like Winnie-the-Pooh, I think think think. It would be really cool to take my wheel to the booth, and if no one loves my stuff, you know they're going to ask about spinning.
We are having an Indian summer and enjoying every minute of it. Our little mini-oasis is still green, inviting and filled with songbirds. Ian grilled turkey burgers and we ate them on the porch, appreciating that last year it had already turned cold at this point.
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