An Exercise in Futility….

Uh-oh. I seemed to have let this hobby slip by the wayside. It has probably been since the Tour de Fleece that I last picked up a spindle (to do more than reorganize my growing roving stash). Liza emailed me yesterday morning about some roving she wants to destash before her move and I am giddy with anticipation. I am such a nerd.

That nerdiness reared its ugly head again when I purchased a replacement spindle for the one that Jake broke last week. (RIP poor spindle – you did not deserve to be treated that way)

I cannot wait for it to arrive.