Seafoam.

820 yards, 6.9 ounces, light fingering weight. Merino.
This yarn makes me smile. It makes me grin. It makes me giddy. I am so proud of having made it.


I wish I could pass the yarn through your screen, because the thing I am most proud of is the hand of the yarn. It is soft as soft can be. Squoosh. I am carrying it around with me everywhere and occasionally find myself burrowing into it involuntarily.
I want to cast on with it immediately.

If you remember, this yarn was spun from this merino top, which came from my happy dyeing accident:

(I've re-altered this photo so the color matches real life better. It was too blue before, and might still be a smidge too blue.)

Let's have some more yarn photos, shall we?




Happy sigh.

Not to get all mushy, but spinning is one of the best things to happen to me in the recent past. I feel connected to this craft in a way I can't explain. Putting my foot into the groove on the treadle, formed by another spinner and deepened each time I sit at the wheel, I feel centered, calm, and incredibly fortunate.