I did it. I spun enough sockweight yarn for a pair of socks. I want to spin a little extra to be sure that my 6 ozs. won't leave me short (although I've been assured that 8 oz. is enough for knee-hi socks). And I'll need to ply this yarn o' mine.
I was away for most of the Tour, unable to spin. More than anything, the Tour has been a great way for me to get Zinnia out of her bag and spinning. Thanks, Katherine, for organizing this--it's really helped me to feel more confident as a spinner.
On a totally different note, I'm watching Something's Gotta Give on tv. I wanted to see it lo those many years ago in the theater, but it was sold out the night I went. Diane Keaton's character just had a mad crying jag, which got me to thinking about how awful such jags are. Then I thought about the (luckily) few times I've had them: when a good friend of mine died in a motorcycle crash and when my ex asked me for a divorce. Not bad for a girl in her thirties. There have been other things to make me sad, but those have been the only two to produce full out wailing in me. And both jags happened in my same Peekskill, NY, apartment. I sometimes think that places have a spiritual energy, take up our energy as we live there. My NM apartment, for example, has an energy of creation and healing to me. And the house I'm learning to consider mine has a rock-like stability to me. What energy does your home have?
While in Taos, in between doting on Tiwa and dancing with handsome men in hats (oh, yeah, and some writing) I visited La Lana Wool. I purchased two skeins of their handspun, plant dyed "forever random" blend. Wanna see?