
And me without a spinning wheel. We drove over to Canby for a short visit en route to my brother’s in


I told myself that I wouldn’t buy a thing. You can imagine how well that worked. Once I walked into the vendor building, I was shopping. I was stunned at the huge balls of dyed wool that this vendor had. She said that she does them in a large canning pot in layers. It was Corriedale and I opted for the more expensive Blue-Faced Leicester. I decided to buy something that I didn’t think I would make for myself. She certainly uses more dye and brighter colors than I do. The plan is to make a triple-ply yarn for socks. That’s the plan for now anyway.
2 comments:
Just think how many cool and funky pairs of socks you could make out of one of those big balls of roving!
I am so glad you got over to the festival... how fun! Those big balls of roving do look too good to pass up.
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