The challenge and the satisfaction of the Spinning Course I'm doing at the Guild is that each session we concentrate--
really concentrate--on just one technique. This weekend it was worsted spinning. That's spinning where the fibres are all lined up parallel to each other before being spun into a yarn. There are various ways of preparing the fibre, and all of them involve sharp objects. These are the worst:
English Wool Combs--they can do a bit of damage to your skin if you're not careful--so I treat them with respect. But they do marvelous things to fleece. This is how it looks when it comes off the combs:
It still has all it's crimp and character--you can see it came off a sheep recently--but it's lovely and even and airy and ready to go.
And here it is spun up into a small skein of worsted yarn:
This was a first sample, only about ten grams, to see how I went with it all. I'm happy that it's all working nicely, so now to do 20g for my folio.
Meanwhile I've begged a loan of the drop spindle for another month and it has become my constant companion. Thanks, Joy.
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