Every time I photograph this shawl-in-progress, it looks exactly the same. I remember a vaguely spooky story about a pioneer girl who had a similar problem and suspected magic. It just turned out her grandmother was unravelling it. Hm. I guess if
my grandma was unravelling it, it
would be spooky.
Not that I would put it past her...
I got inspired and actually did a little work making yarn. On the spindle--that's that wood thing on the left--is some pretty green sample stuff, just in a single ply so far. On the right is 15 yards of two-ply yarn that I made.
That's right, folks, I can
make yarn! It's kinda like sausage: we think of it as coming from the store, but it really comes from an animal source and a person who puts it together. (But if I drop
fiber on the floor, I don't have to worry about anyone seeing me before I pick it up and put it back into use.)
I got inspired and actually did a little work making yarn. On the spindle--that's that wood thing on the left--is some pretty green sample stuff, just in a single ply so far. On the right is 15 yards of two-ply yarn that I made. 
