Last week, on our regular spinning day, I took the day off work so that I could enjoy our year-end outing. The ladies usually like to plan a little trip somewhere to spin and have lunch. This year, we travelled about an hour south of the city to a small farm of a lady that is also a spinner. It was a lovely day, with sunshine and gorgeous blue skies! We haven't seen that for ever so long. But being the first day of summer, we were so fortunate in getting this. I do think, however, that this may have been our summer!
The lady at the farm has a couple of sheep, of unknown heritage. They are free range, and there wasn't any control of which ram bred which ewe, so there is a large mixture of probably everything in these. She had one fleece there for us to play with. She had a pot of dye on the stove, and welcomed any of us to take a handful and dye it. She also told us to take some home with us, if we wished.
I did take a lock and spin it on my spindle. It is quite a long staple, with good crimp, and fairly fine quality. After spinning 2-3 locks, I decided I would take some home, wash it, and spin something fine with enough yarn to knit a small delicate something.
I carefully picked out all the locks I could find in my small handful, and keeping the direction the same, I just flicked the ends to open them up, and then combed each lock. I carefully lay each combed lock so that the direction was always the same. I spun the singles from the cut end (smoother in that direction). I could very easily tell if there were some hairs that were turned around, for it didn't flow as smoothly. Of course, this fleece just begged to be spun fine, and I did what it wanted. I will then do a 2-ply and am not sure what I will make with the yarn, but it will be something small and very delicate.
I have to say that on the way home I was thinking that this was a really great day. I had the best time spending the day chatting with the ladies, playing with fibres, relaxed in the summer sunshine, a wonderful lunch -- I just couldn't understand why I need to spend all of my week in an office doing non-interesting and non-fun things. This day really struck me at how wonderful life could be -- if only I would allow myself that luxury. Being without a job -- and income -- is scary, so I stay, but I know there is something better. There is nothing better than spending your day with your hands buried deep in fibre!! Too bad I don't do it often enough.
Attached is a pic of me spinning a fine yarn.