Juno commented yesterday, saying…

Is fleece porn really ever gratuitous?

She’s got a point. Using the “unnecessary and unwarranted” definition of the word, well… surely it’s always at least warranted. Therefore… let me share with you my current TALE OF WOE (and yes, this needs capitalization).

A box arrived late yesterday afternoon from poor snowbound Pippi:

…containing “Pagoda,” one each of domestic and falklands top. They’re so much more stunning than the photos, and Pippi’s top, I must say, is coming out of her dyepots in exactly, exactly the way I like a handpainted top to feel. So I wanted to sit right down and spin it, but here’s where the WOE comes in:

I mean, that bobbin is barely started. And it’s really fine yarn, and there’s all this Optim…

…carefully split down the middle and waiting for me to spin it in sequence. Not a good project to stop in the middle. So I have to finish it before I can start the next thing. No, swapping bobbins or wheels is not allowed in this case.

So I spun all evening…

…and at this rate, it’s going to be Friday before I can permit myself to spin Pagoda.