OK, OK...I have been promising that I will actually post a few pictures of some of the yarns I make with the fleece or rovings I have. Here you see a basket filled with a variety of yarns...some are 3 & 4-ply rug yarn as well as delicate 2-ply laceweight yarn.I really do enjoy spinning these up. There is nothing like the satisfaction of seeing a raw fleece finish up as a beautiful yarn, knowing that you had something to do with it.Here's a shawl I did years ago. It's made of handspun 2-ply yarn from a fleece I won in a wool show. I had to enter a fine 2-ply yarn and first prize was the first prize fleece from one of the sheep entered in the show. I suspect that the fleece was from a young Karakul. I never got to see it as I was living in Kansas and the show I had entered was in California. It was a beautiful color, but quite different from the Romney and Perendale I had usually spun at that time. Some of the rug yarns in the first two pictures are from the same fleece. The yarn I did for the shawl was a finer 2-ply and I remember trying very hard to spin that fleece to keep some sort of softness in the yarn. While the shawl is a nice piece, it does not have the "hand". or feel, I would like to see in a shawl.In this picture you can get an idea of the openness of the weave and a hint of the yarn. The color of the yarn made it difficult to see the separate plies in the yarn.
Tomorrow I will try to take some better pictures of some of the lighter colored skeins I have and will put something in the photos that you can get an idea of the size of yarns. The light wasn't very good this evening and I was pooped!
Ralph and I remodeled the ram's quarters in the barn today, replacing wire panels with good stout lumber. We also moved a poultry hutch I have into the barn for penning the chickens each night. It seems Skittles really doesn't like the chickens! I watched, in secret, to see why Skit was banging on his pen. After all, he was in with his best buddy, Colin...and had plenty of food and water. But I noticed that he continued to bang on the wire panels - even with a device called a "ram shield" blocking part of his vision.
Then I saw it...a hen walked too close to Skittles' pen and, Wham! Skittles charged the panel at exactly chicken-height. After letting him outside into his pen with his tire-toy I saw the same thing happen. Our hen, Josie, walked over to the boys' fenceline, determined to scrounge for any overlooked piece of oat or corn from a handful I gave the boys. Skittles ran from across the pen just to bang the wire fence at Josie-height. Josie wasn't phased in the least but Skit kept trying to butt her until she finally tired of her game and left to join the other chickens. I was starting to think she knew exactly what she was doing and delighted in tormenting poor Skittles.
So, tomorrow I will also try to take pictures of the new pen as well. But for now, it's a hot shower, a fistfull of ibuprofen and my pain meds, and a good book for the night.