Spent the day blending all the wool and alpaca I’ve been hoarding. My back hurts and my hands hurt. I anticipate another hour or so and then I can start spinning it all up. But that hour will come tomorrow, not tonight. Nope. I’m done. Just don’t have any more oomph.
It’s on the chaise in my living room for safe-keeping. Please forgive the darkish picture, it’s getting late. Looks kind of like a body under that sheet, doesn’t it?