Decisions, Decisions

Maggie Matchless and I spent quite a bit of time together at SPA, and, with a much-needed assist from Cheryl, we became great friends.


Yes, she now has a name. She looks like a Maggie, don't you think? Among friends she will be called Schatzi when I'm either pleased or annoyed with her.

The truth is that for some time I really hadn't been feeling the love for the Trad. Nothing wrong with her at all, perfectly nice wheel, but I didn't feel the magnetic pull to sit down and make sweet music with her. It could have something to do with the fact that I'd been working on a bobbin of plain natural-colored laceweight, and it was taking me forever. Thinking that a bit of color might be just the thing — heaven knows I could use it at this time of year — I took inventory of my roving stash.


Several things are obvious here:

• My color range is limited. (If you're wondering how that yellow got in there, it was left over from a craft demo I did with Ruth, and I absconded with it. I'm not about to pass up nicely prepared roving of any color.)
  
• I can't resist a good deal. Most of that white stuff is merino from Nick's Meadow Farm.
  
• If I don't want to disappear permanently under a pile of wool, I'd best get busy.
  

But what to spin first, that is the question. What do you think?