Woolgathering

Mr L spoils me rotten. He’s subsidised this purchase (until I get my pay claim in). It was elegantly sniped, but seemingly not necessary. For some reason there was little interest in the item. I feel sorry for the seller, who rejected a request for a Buy It Now price a couple of days ago -  on the grounds of “lots of interest.” In the end - it went for just one pound over the starting price, on just two bids.

So - this is clearly madness. Although I have fancied spinning for some years, I’ve not attempted it yet and I am having my first go on Wednesday. What happens if I am totally cack-handed at it?

Mr L says it will make an attractive piece of furniture. Bless him. Aren’t I a lucky girl?

I’m off to catch a sheep… and I’d better look into getting some carders too - I believe that ready carded fleece is much more expensive than uncarded.

Griff is badly in need of grooming. If I can persuade him into proximity with a brush, maybe I can make a Griff Wool Sweater

Sometimes, I think it would be better if I didn’t suffer from so many enthusiasms… but, hey - it’s surely better to be interested than to be a pudding head? I am told that learning new things helps prevent dementia. I think I am already in my dotage, so this new adventure may come too late!