My progress on Bob is stalled. He is teal and legless. This is the part of creating the world where I rest (or at least Bob does, ’cause he doesn’t have to go to work or anything).
However? In terms of spinning, I feel like I have arrived. Silk hankies, stretched into pencil thin roving, may be one of the most suprisingly easy things to spin on a drop spindle *evar*, but still… I feel like I have finally arrived as a spinner, when I have time to pick my nose while the spindle is whirling.
And hey look — pretty stuff I spun a couple weekends ago…