I just said good-bye to the guys who pick up the stragglers who couldn’t finish the race. I decided that instead of just hopping on board the trailer with my wheel and calling it quits, I would forget about the Tour this year and enjoy this project I’ve “accidentally” found. (If I can’t remember the Tour, I can’t possibly have not finished it - ah, De Nile - such a peaceful, relaxing river!)
So, just look at my progress. I’ve plied about 100 yards of yarn, I have about a 200-yard yield of singles to ply, and a smaller ball of the luscious alpaca/angora/wool fiber to spin. And I know exactly what I’m going to do with my newly spun lace-weight yarn. I’m keeping that under my hat for a subsequent post in the near future.
If nothing else, not finishing - ahem! - this year’s Tour de Fleece has taught me that when you find yourself left behind in the South of France, it’s best to just enjoy the scenery!
The Scenery:
