Now I've been spinning for about 2 1/2 years. My skills have improved quite a bit from the first bumpy lumpy "art" yarn I first created. I'm pretty consistent in the size and shape of my yarns. They are even and balanced. But one thing that continues to amaze me and leave me totally in the dark? How the yarn will look from roving. I do grasp that the colors will usually not be as intense as they are in the roving. But beyond that? Each spin leaves me marveling at the end result. Even when I have a bobbin full of singles, I'm not always sure exactly how it will turn out. Case in point, I spun up two totally different singles. One is soft lavenders, greens, and blues. The other, appropriately named Peacock, is powerful, electric lime green, pulsating blues. They look like this.
They are both beautiful colors, but really not much alike other than they both have greens of a different mother and blues that glare at each other from across the room. But they are totally different in hue and feel. Until you ply them together. Then the magic of spinning takes hold and creates something so unexpectedly beautiful and unpredictable. Look....
The loud screaming peacock has been subdued but the pale blushing fiber has been elevated to something bold and softly daring. So I spin. And watch for each new mix to create something magical. I love my wheel.
And now on a totally different note....look at my Gadget. He is a well loved pug. He is pampered and hugged and catered to. And for this? He puts up with great indignities most pugs would not.