Second Day, Same as the First

When I was a kid, my mom would make me practice piano every single day. As soon as I sat down on that piano bench, I would suddenly develop “the itches.” My skin would itch all over like I had an allergic reaction to playing piano. It would drive my mother absolutely up the wall and she would accuse me trying to get out of practicing. I would deny any such thing and then ask to go get a glass of water. Because just then I had suddenly become incredibly thirsty and was sure I would die if I didn’t get a glass of water.

Today was a lot like that. But I managed to persevere anyway.

Tour de Fleece Day 2 Bobbin

Bobbin # 3 of 3, but 2 of TdF.

 

Three Little Bobbins...

With all the bobbins spun up, it was time to ply. Which I did. Twice. I plied one bobbin of 3 ply and one bobbin of 2 ply and I still had a little bit of yarn left over, but I chucked that. It wasn’t worth keeping.

158 yards of 3 ply

158 yards of 3 ply

 

148 yards of 2 ply

138 yards of 2 ply

Not too bad for two days. Now I just need to figure out what I’m going to spin for the next 22 days. I think I’ll save that for tomorrow.

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