March 26, 2003
Spinning The Brown With The Colored Bits
ah, it practically spun itself. i sat in rittenhouse square, and i spun, and i spun. the sun was on my face, and everybody left me the hell alone, and i thought, "i love my life".
ah, it practically spun itself. i sat in rittenhouse square, and i spun, and i spun. the sun was on my face, and everybody left me the hell alone, and i thought, "i love my life".
i blocked the yarn (do you call it "blocking" when you wet it and get out the overspun parts?) at home and marvelled over how pretty the skein turned out. i practically imploded from self-satisfaction. I LOVE SPINNING WITH THE DROP SPINDLE.