In a Spin

I'm still not entirely sure how it happened.  I was in Romni Wools, picking up some yarn for a very special project (not sure if I can blog about it yet) and I wandered down to the basement.  This is where the sales rooms are, full of bins and boxes that you can dig and dive through in hopes of finding treasure.  On the way to the sales rooms, you pass by the spinning supplies: wheels, roving, spindles, and miscellaneous mysterious gadgets.  I rarely give these a second glance, beyond making sure my sleeve doesn't catch on anything as I move along.

So I still don't really know how I came to be standing at the checkout, paying for this:



And this:



I haven't been really all that interested in spinning. It just seemed the slow way to get yarn.  But I'm finding that I'm enjoying the movement and the feel of the fibre in my hands.  And it's rewarding to start with a bag of fuzzy blue intestines, and end up with a cute little skein like this.