Don’t think I spun all this; only the rightmost is handspun, but it’s all hand-dyed.

I usually dye locks, not yarn, which are more forgiving of splotchiness. I have some really pale spots here particularly in the blue.

If Sara is watching she might recognize a rug.

I call this color Red Dog. If I like, I can pretend I’m combing baby buffalo hair.

But here comes the winter project.

If I can stop playing mental games and motivate myself to do more in the physical world.

Just another manic Monday

Wish it was Sunday

‘Cause that’s my fun day

Get my yarn spun day

Today’s soundtrack is Neil Young.

My darling Beatrice! Why the two skeins? The first batt or two, I was still picking up a tiny bit of red from whatever I carded last, even though I cleaned the drum as best I could. It’s a big “Drat!” because the whole reason I wanted to make some white yarn was to revel in the pristine-ness (pristinity?). So snowy white! I separated the adulterated from the pure, so I could revel.

Through the miracle of Liquid Tide.

For some reason I had the urge to do something I *never* do – make white yarn.