I've been busily dying all week, but still had enough time to get some more yarn spun up and plied.
This sweet little thing is a tweedy longwool base, loaded with buttons pulled out at random and strung on bright red cotton. Have I am a longwool addict? There's something very relaxing about spinning them, mentally I can calm down, knowing there's plenty of staple to kick back and let go. None of the (completely absurd and unnecessary) tension I have dealing with merino and it's kin, convinced in my head that if I get distracted for a second the yarn will slip away and "ping" -- I'll be rethreading my bobbin at the break.
This is even more ludicrous when you realize I generally am not even spinning on a wheel with a proper orifice, so it is No Big Deal anyway. It's all lingering merino resentment from my early days of spinning, when, truth be told, the fiber really wasn't to blame anyway. Also, longwools are shiny - and I love me some shiny.
A family portrait:
Duet's BFL lamb locks. A straight up, no artsy-fartsy-stuff semi woolen 3-ply for a vest for me, thread plied California Red/Cheviot, and some BFL and silk and stuff, all sunset-y over the ocean.