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Lara Neel - The Journal Gazette
On Saturday, I worked more on that bitof Romney.

Tour de Fleece, Days 15, 16, and 17

Lara Neel - The Journal Gazette
Washed skeins, hanging to dry.
Lara Neel - The Journal Gazette
Roving, safely tucked away in a basket.
Lara Neel - The Journal Gazette
He's trying to look cute and sleepy here, but it's all just a ruse. Boomer, you are a BAD kitty.
Lara Neel - The Journal Gazette
The Cheviot feels more strong than soft, but I enjoy spinning it. I LOVE the dark natural color.

July 14: Day 15

On Saturday, I spun for only about 30 minutes, and I just worked on more Romney. It was nice, though. I'm curious to see how close in length the two bobbins are to each other.

July 15: Day 16

Sunday morning, I spun for about 2 hours, finishing the Romney. Then, I did what I call "rough washing" of an older skein of random bits of yarn and the fatter Romney that I spun back on Day 11 of the Tour.

This is my first time rough-washing a single, so I'm curious to see how it turns out.

Rough washing isn't a concept that I came up with. I read about it in The Intentional Spinner. I'm going to write more about it and show you a bunch more pictures on Sunday, with Math4Knitters: Crafty Living, Show 134. But, I'm just mentioning it here because it's what I did that day.

Plus, by then the skeins should be dry and hopefully I'll have some photos of what they look like after washing.

That night, I spent about an hour on the phone with my sister and ended up dividing my time between spinning Cheviot roving, roasting potatoes and scolding my cat, Boomer.

Boomer is normally a great spinning companion. He cuddles next to me and purrs away as I spin, lazily watching me. I have only had trouble from him when I was working with a wool that really smelled of sheep or when I've left yarn half-wound between a bobbin and the niddy-noddy.

Carelessly, I left my Cheviot roving in a big, fluffed up pile to go check on the potatoes. When I came back, Boomer was face-down in it, chewing away to beat the band.

I picked him up, scolded him, and called him a criminal. Then I had to tell my sister that I wasn't calling her a criminal, just the cat. Which led to her lamenting that she can't spin at all around her cat.

Oh well. I'm getting a pretty thin thread out of the Cheviot, although I am tempted to get some pipe insulation and rig myself "lace bobbins" so that I can get it even more skinny. I'm hoping I can make enough smooth, even yarn to knit socks. That might be a bit beyond me right now, though.

July 16: Day 17

This morning, I had a small work-related emergency, so I only spun for about 20 minutes. It's going pretty well. Now that the roving is piled in a basket, it apparently doesn't looks magically delicious to Boomer anymore. But, maybe he's just lulling me into complacency again.

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