stashed comfort

Every so often my fingers get an itch. They just want to be in something, even without a project in mind. Lately they have been longing for the Bosworth spindles, and I went through some bins last night looking for fiber to spin that would suit my mood. I didn't feel like silk. I didn't feel like playing with alpaca, or brown wool. Niggling at the back of my mind was the suspicion that I had something somewhere that would satisfy my restlessness. At the very bottom of the bottom bin, well obscured with wrapping, I found this.

Ahh. My colors. Soft merino/kid roving. Quite suitable for the lovely spindle I plan to use. I feel better.

Last year at SOAR I succumbed to several packages of Deb Menz batts, and spun these:

I'd like to knit something with them, though I don't know what. Would there be enough for a vest, of a short fitted kind? A scarf this color wouldn't be too useful to me. They are lovely complex autumn shades. Maybe a sideways knitted vest, and if I run out I could fill in the underarms with another yarn, perhaps spin up some of the immense pile of brown wool. (What was I thinking in my early spinning life, accumulating so much brown? Even if it *is* merino!)

Comments

[Norma]

Ohhhh, did I hear someone say brown merino? autumn colors? That's me, all the way. But alas, I don't spin. But if you're lookin' to get rid of some of it spun, let me know...and also, I have a friend who spins.