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msfledermausI had a nice, quiet morning, sunny and sweet. I spent a nice half-hour finishing up a bobbin of the cashmere roving the Pink Satan gave me. I'm getting used to how it handles, but it's insane to start--it's just so soft that it falls apart if there isn't enough twist in the yarn. But it's the softest thing I think I've ever felt...
I'm a little tempted to dye the yarn when I'm done plying it...but part of me is just appalled at the mere thought. Would dye make the softness less jaw-droppingly soft? I'm sure it'll be okay, if that's what I decide to do...but again, it gives me pause. Thank you, Oh Pink Satan, for raising the bar on my spinning abilities...
And now I'm back upstairs, guarding what's left of Emperor Commodus's chin. Woot!
I'm a little tempted to dye the yarn when I'm done plying it...but part of me is just appalled at the mere thought. Would dye make the softness less jaw-droppingly soft? I'm sure it'll be okay, if that's what I decide to do...but again, it gives me pause. Thank you, Oh Pink Satan, for raising the bar on my spinning abilities...
And now I'm back upstairs, guarding what's left of Emperor Commodus's chin. Woot!
