Not every day is full of disciplines and tidying up and laundry.  Not every day indeed.  Some days, in fact, are selfishly devoted to what I want to do, and apparently all I wanted to do for the last four days was spin yarn.

Patient Papa, strong and flexible as always, took the helm of the household while I stared at the spin, spin, spin of the wheel and watched fiber fly from my fingertips.

It started innocently with a quick upcycled project using a fuzzy acrylic and some leftover chocolate brown handspun singles…

and moved into another upcycled experiement (left)…and some handspun wool (right)…

and that was so fun that I tackled a couple more colorways in wool…

and then I tackled some hemp fiber…

You might notice that enormous mountain of unfolded laundry behind the wheel there.  And you might even see the sweet little shirt with the spinning wheel on it that my pal Heidi made for Annabelle.

Yep, that’s right Annabelle.  Some days your mama is a spinnin’ machine.  Special thanks to the papa and the kiddos for cutting me some slack while I immersed myself in the practice of working meditation.  It was sorely needed.