I love the little birds. They were an antiquey find from a mother's day spent with my mom. The ribbon is from an estate sale where my mom helped me dig through decades of mostly unappealing sewing notions that belonged to a doctor's wife. The wool is Shetland from a sheep named Rose Merta who lives at a local farm. Lately I'm getting so into Shetland wool, which comes in colors called Musket, Emsket, Mioget, and Shaela. I would have loved a fleece with a Gaelic name, but I picked Rose Merta's which turned out to be grey. But with black shading. It has adorable little locks that were too beautiful to disturb. I kept many of them intact them during carding and spun around them. I kept asking myself what embellishments could improve this fleece rather than take away from its beauty. What adornments would suit Rose Merta. Really, I would like to just wear her coat as-is. I am so enamored with Shetland sheep but I don't think they would do well in our woods.
That's Elderberry looking on at my yarnie antics. Maybe I can spin her a halter! I keep saying I'm gonna ride her down to the corner store for a strawberry ribbon sugar-free ice cream. One of these days, when her hips fill out a bit more, I will.
Taking yarn pics every afternoon has been one of the joys of summer so far. Today, we went to the cafeteria and I had baked spaghetti and salad bar. Then we strolled down to the PTA thrift store and I scored some vintage embroidery. Sometimes I think the hub and I are seniors in our