Fiber Spinning

Two bags full

I live in the clouds. My world is often a sea of fiber.  I can’t bear to bag it and stuff it away. Put your hands into a mound of freshly carded fleece, like this alpaca, and it’s like putting your hands in cream. I’ve been sorting and carding Belle Cria alpaca fiber. And spinning […]



Cross patch, draw the latch, Sit by the fire and spin; Take a cup and drink it up, Then call your neighbors in. When I learned to spin, the old nursery rhyme rattled around in my head like a bat in daylight and found no comfortable place to alight on.  What was that all about, […]