As if. I said I’d spin every day, so every day it is.
While out in the rain this morning, I spotted something odd on one of the rose bushes I inherited from my mother:

I’m pretty sure it didn’t do this for my mother, or she’d have shown me. Hopefully it’s not a problem, like lack of feeding or something.
Today, I finished up the 3rd of my Poppy Fields rolags. It’s went rather smoother than the other two, mainly because I relented on using it to learn long-draw and am instead spinning it as it comes. The sari silk is in no way blended into the rolags, it’s just randomly distributed lumps, so I just stop spinning when I come to one and winkle the silk fibres apart as much as possible to lie parallel along the single. I don’t always succeed, but the single is more consistent now and the silk slubs aren’t as huge. The drafting is a kind of short backward draw, between slubs, and not spun too tightly.
I also did some plying, weighing and measuring the length of what I’ve spun so far:
- Donegal Tweed, 2 ply, approx 12wpi, 33.6m.
- Mystery wool top, 2 ply, approx 20wpi, 33.4m.
- Shetland moorit top, 2 ply, approx 20wpi, 54.5m.
I also tired of faffing about with crochet hooks and made myself a new orifice hook with 10ga brass jewellery wire. My hands hurt after making those spirals, lemmetellya. I need to invest in some sturdier jewellery pliers.

And so to bed, with a final pic of my first 2 bobbins of Herdwick/bio-nylon singles, where they’ll rest for da or so until they’re plied:

Allons-zzz….
