Twists of Fate

Fruit flies like a banana.

I ca’nt believe it’s been two weeks since my last confession post. Time is doing strange things. I continue to pack (slowly), look for apartments (badly), and generally freak out (really really well).

Little things like one of my fannish crushes doing something so utterly dorktastic, yet so completely adorable and very much true to his real like geekiness? Just…. <3!

My class was really great. I learned some good tricks about plying, feel better about Navajo or chain plying, and um. I tripped and fell on a gorgeous dark dark brown Romeldale fleece and oops swiped my credit card on the way down. And six or so ounces of lovely wool roving in colors that made me think of spring and fall. Perhaps a little odd to be thinking about here on the eve of Beltane and the start of summer, but they pleased me at the time.

I think I’m going to spin a goodly portion of the Romeldale in the grease, but before I do that, I wanted to practice a bit. I actually hand carded some RomneyX and spun my own little…what do you call it when you roll it off the cards from side to side rather than from the handle out to the edge? Sausages? Perogis? What? That’s been good, if slow going. I’m enjoying the carding quite a bit. I just rinsed this fleece, rather than washing it completely, so it’s kind of “light grease”. I’m enjoying myself thus far.

I shouldn’t be spinning at all, given how much there is to do before I move. But it’s keeping me sane.

Blessed Beltane to all of you! Oh! And for the BPAL inclined, they’ve got Blue Moon up again! Woo!!!