Every evening as the sun creeps closer to the far side of the valley, I creep closer to the fire. The handspun creeps closer to the fire too. this particular handspun is a lovely wool/tencel blend from Traveling Rhinos. I found wickets work quite well as an impromptu drying rack.
I can't be the only person who thought wickets was what pirates got due to not having enough vitamin C on those long piratey voyages.
Destined to be knit up with some smushy alpaca from Erica. Tis the first time I've knit due to necessity.. and spun for the same reason. Of course I'd also fantasized about toe cozies. The merits of designing while living in a coldass environment have not escaped me. I will keep the experience close while continuing my fiberly pursuits from the beach in Barbados.
He approves of said plan.
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