4 March 2010
thoughts from Thursday evening
From the spinning wheel in the last couple of weeks. Two skeins spun from my hand dyed roving.
This week I'm spinning natural alpaca, straight from the animal. Well, not as in the alpaca is standing beside me as I spin, drawing out his fleece for me politely, but as in the fleece is freshly shorn, still full of dirt and bits of grass and is oh so very soft.
Semester started this week so I am knee deep in medieval manuscripts once again. This time our lectures are held in an ancient lecture theatre that is classified by the National Trust, which is kind of appropriate and certainly atmospheric. Unbelievably uncomfortable though, those steeply raked elderly wooden seats.
In other news I have an urgent longing to make soap. Why does my brain torment me thus? Why?!