It's cold this morning, 28 F.
The yarn I pulled out of the indigo vat last night and put outside formed icicles.
The yarn on the top is my "creek water" yarn. The bottom, with bluish purple a good match for twilight right now.
This morning, looking at the winter stripe I spent some time with this section that holds more thin yarn than most.
I have never spent much time working on creating consistent yarn with my drop spindle. Mostly because this is the way I like it, bumpy and lumpy and changing. The amount of twist often reflects my mood because of this.
When I don't pay attention, that's when the yarn becomes a consistent strand.
After visiting Jude this morning, there was the thought that it is a lot like handwriting.
The spinning of yarn.
In my current journal I have embraced my messiness. Spent some time letting go of legibility.
And the funny thing is that the handwriting is becoming more legible...
And yes...I need new glasses.