Settled

Since getting bit by the fiber bug, I feel unsettled if I don't have something on the needles, spindles or wheel. It used to be books; I hated being between books. I always kind of hated being IN a book, too, because if it was a good one, all I wanted to do was lose myself in it; real life was such an interference. The fiber arts are much better, because I can be involved in life and a knitting or spinning project. In fact, I tend to be a better conversationalist while knitting or spinning because I don't get fidgety.

Life was too busy in May to even think about starting a major spinning or knitting project. I finished knitting a little gift project and spun the light grey Shetland I had drum-carded earlier, and kept moving the three big skeins of yarn I dyed for my Buds and Blooms cardigan out of my way. With the let-up in my hectic schedule, my fingers were getting itchy. So last night I wove in the ends on the gift knit, then took the Shetland singles I spun on my Jenkins Delight Turkish spindles and started plying them on Myrtle, my myrtlewood Jenkins Swan:

This old shoebox works slick for plying two balls of yarn; I've never once had them get tangled in there!

Ah, that feels better!

That's it for today from . . .