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ten minutes (for Tuesday)

Have you noticed how beautiful the light is?  The sun is high, mornings begin earlier and the days extend into what were the evening hours.  I love it!  Like a magnet, the light draws me out of doors.  Even before I grab a cup of coffee, I head out onto the deck to feel the air.  This morning, like the cats, I headed out time after time, in spite of the 20F temps and a too thin nightgown. It was glorious.  Ice out was yesterday, sometime around 4 pm.  Poof!  It happened so quickly that I wonder if the ice is still just below the surface. 

What does this have to do with ten minutes...

Portable projects. I find myself walking around, checking things out, spindle in hand.  It adds up. 

 

Sammy's good, he circles around under my spindle and rarely touches it, even with his tail. He's a spinner's cat and well practiced.

I continue to be distracted. I pass the shop and have to stop.  There is something about stone.  Seems that there is always time for one more button.

ten minutes (for Tuesday)

got ten minutes..

find a rock

another ten minutes..



and another..



and so on, and so on, and...



I'm having a lot of fun with this.

ten minutes (for Tuesday)

 It has been a long time since I shared my Ten Minutes a Day projects.  This one has held my interest for a while.  Last October, I came across some merino roving I'd had for a while.. probably longer than that, and decided to toss a pound or so into the dye pot.  Something came up, maybe a phone call, who knows, and I promptly forgot about it.  It merrily cooked away and by the time I remembered, it was a touch overdone.  Not badly, but I'm not a fan of overcooked merino.  Been there, done that, years ago. What I am a big fan of, are my carders.  Love them.  If I wasn't a fan before the three days I spent with Deb Menz at SOAR, I was when I left.  Now, I'm a carding fool.  Nothing is safe.

See, it isn't really too bad.  But it sure is nicer after a run through the carder.  To it, I added a lovely hand-dyed mohair blend I had kicking around.

and that + that = this...

Here, I'll open the batt up a bit to show you what's inside.

My carder is close enough to the kitchen that most of the carding is done while I wait for my coffee to brew in the morning.  Seriously, before coffee. 

Spinning the singles, that's hit or miss.  Whenever I can sit down for a few minutes, I tear off a strip from a batt and spin it up.  Less than 10 minutes.