And then there were two . . .

I didn't plan to start a family of drop spindles, but it seems to be happening anyway. Not that I'm complaining at all. In fact I'm still rather besotted with this new love in my life. Yesterday I went to South Bank Market to meet Charly and pick up my new baby drop spindle. I'd been keeping a close eye on her blog waiting for the new consignment from Spindlemaker to turn up. I was determined to have an Australian made drop spindle and here it is: You've already met the spindle on the right--I'm still spinning the Finn-cashmere blend on it. On the left is "Myrtle", so called because the whorl is Myrtle wood and the shaft is tiger myrtle. Weighing in at only 23 g, it should help me to spin even finer. I celebrated by buying a hank of Charly's merino-angora blend tops, hand dyed in an incredible pink-purple colour combination.

I'd planned to make a quick visit to the market and proceed to a nearby art gallery, but I was having so much fun seeing all the great offerings and talking to various stall holders about their work that I stayed at the market well into the afternoon. My purse is a bit lighter as a result, but so is my heart, so I'll accept that as a fair trade-off.