|Cleaned wool waiting to be carded.|
It is also a time when my activities turn toward fireside creativity, mainly spinning and knitting. I don't do so much of that in summer. It's too hot to play with wool. My fingers dig deep into lanolin-filled fleeces, skirting and separating, scouring and setting out to dry. I leave a little of the lanolin in for good hand while spinning. The work of carding is meditative and grounding. Spinning on the wheel more deeply so. There are times I pull out a small bit of roving of something special like alpaca, angora or camel and use the drop spindle which begs a little more attention.
Art still gets done in the studio, but the pull to autumnal craftiness is strong and I'm eager for the feel of fiber on my fingers. So I follow the bliss.
|Journal pages still get done.|
|Time spent at the lake is time well spent.|