Round & Round We Go

Where we stop, nobody knows. Stephanie and I have sold our souls to the spinning demons.

We spent Sunday afternoon in Eugene at the Black Sheep Gathering thinking only of fondling and taking home yarn.

But the roving beckoned seductively, "Pet me! Pet me! I'm so soft, so pretty in my handpainted clothes......"

*blackout*



Where did these come from?

We gave into temptation and got an impromptu drop spindle lesson from one of the show's vendors. Half an hour later, we were both toting brand new top whorl drop spindles and bags of handpainted merino roving. Somewhere out there, a fiber goddess is laughing.