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The Generosity of Friends

Today I received a package in the mail. That's not totally unusual, but this was something I didn't buy for myself. I had arranged to swap sock yarn scraps with my friend Goatlady (her Ravelry name) and she said she'd include some fiber, since she had a lot and I'm trying to learn to spin.

This is what came:

A box STUFFED with goodies! Lots of Cormo wool in a beautiful natural shade for me to use to perfect my technique. That will take awhile! Then there are beautiful braids of Interlacements fiber and a lovely, soft piece of cashmere to pet. I'd be afraid to try to spin it. Maybe someday.

The plastic bag is full of little sock yarn balls for my blankie. (Scroll down and you'll see the beginnings of it.) I haven't counted them, but there are a lot! And many of them look big enough to make more than one square, so I can trade them later with other people. I can't say enough how much I appreciate all this fibery goodness.

I also bought myself two more spindles in the hopes that one of them will click and I will suddenly get the hang of this. Not yet, but it sure is fun to try and play with these beautiful pieces of art.

The one on the left is a little stone spindle made of lapis that I got from an etsy seller. I also bought a beautifully dyed braid of corriedale and she included two samples of gorgeous hand dyed silk.

The one on the left is a Grafton Mala spindle, also very beautiful. I bought this from an ebay store and got wonderfully fast service.

Tomorrow, my finished Kauni. Hopefully the day won't be too cloudy and dark so a photo will be possible.

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