07 October, 2010

Spinning Some Local Wool from My Stash


Here you can see some local wool I'm spinning from my stash.  I got it at last year's fiber festival, and the complete revolution of the year propelled me to get my hands on it and spin.  Nothing like getting something done after doing nothing about it for ages.  Cathartic, really cathartic.  Makes you feel like a better person.

So does using local fiber.  Revel in the residual grease and that slight scratchiness; it's virtuous stuff.  Like hair shirts.  (And like carob.  See verse below; a locust pod is carob.  Somebody was telling me the other day that she finds carob is a tasty alternative to chocolate.  Me, I have had a "no carob" policy firmly in place from a very early age and see no reason to change.)
For this is the one referred to by Isaiah the prophet when he said, "The voice of one crying in the wilderness, 'Make ready the way of the Lord, make His paths straight!'"  Now John himself had a garment of camel's hair and a leather belt around his waist; and his food was locusts and wild honey.  Matthew 3:3, 4 NASB

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