Once upon a time, there lived a beautiful Cormo Ewe named Gina. She gave me her fleece a couple of Springs ago, and I've never been the same since.
Yesterday I finished spinning all my Gina's fleece. It feels like at the finish of a really good book. I knew it would be over soon, but I still wasn't really ready. Now I'm not quite sure what to do with myself. Not that I have any shortage of projects, you understand; it's quite the opposite. I'm just a little melancholy that this one is finished.
Of course, it's not as if I don't still have the yarn, though. There are 2,774 yards of it here. And naturally, I'm thinking about what I'll knit from it. But I will miss the spinning.
Good thing I have plans to learn more about Aran knitting...
I can't believe it's mine (all mine!). How many blissful hours I've spent with it already. How often I've petted it and squished it and imagined what it might become. It really is true that spinners who knit get to play with their wool twice.
Of all God's creatures who give us their best, there must be a very special place in heaven for the sheep. Gina, especially.