Spinning yarn is like perpetual Marmite

Oh, how I love to spin! It is a calming past-time, the end product of which is something you can use to make many more things with. It's a double whammy of hand crafted loveliness!

Never mind the occasional frustrations where the fleece slips through my fingers and I have to fiddle bits of yarn back through the orifice, or when my concentration leaves me and an extra thick slug of rovings pop onto the bobbin. I only get momentarily angry when the two yarns I'm plying ply themselves together in a horrendous knotty mess and I spend precious minutes separating them, all the while trying to figure out how I will keep them apart from each other until I want them to meet.  

A recent hand spun yarn of mine, made with rovings from Three Violet Buttons

And then there is always the awkward rarebreed fleece which requires a different tension, and so the start of the bobbin becomes a mangled mess, swinging between overtight twiddly bits to thick, low twist areas that will undoubtedly unravel as you carefully wind the yarn into a skein. 

There are the bits of fleece that will just. Not. Twist. Together; so in a fit of rage you TIE them together. At times it's like trying to make two children share a birthday party - YOU WILL ENJOY IT, YOU WILL PLAY TOGETHER, AND EVERYONE WILL HAVE A GOOD TIME. 

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