I'm finished my ishbel shawl. I bound off on Thursday night, wove the ends in on Friday and this evening I gave it a little bath and pinned it out on top of a towel on my sewing room floor. Zeke and Abby supervised - miraculously no one tried to eat the pins or lie on the towel. The yarn is still deliciously soft and I still love the colour. The pattern became much more visible as I pinned it out - one of the very magical things about lace - and it looks so nice on the floor I can hardly wait to wear it.

My head feels lighter.

I ended up in my sewing room with the door shut on Saturday morning. I'd intended to do some sewing and the door was shut in order to give Zeke some people-time without Abby. I couldn't decide what I wanted to sew and was thinking of grabbing a book or something when I realized this was a perfect opportunity to get reacquainted with my spinning wheel.

I grabbed the roving I got from Squoosh a while ago and tore off a strip. It felt so good to be drafting out all that pink and orange and white candy floss. Zeke spent a little time watching me and grabbing the occasional mouthful of wool (fortunately it doesn't taste as good as it smells and doesn't feel all that great on your teeth). When my box was full of drafted strips I sat down to my wheel, picked a whorl that seemed appropriate, and started spinning.

I was surprised how quickly I found my rhythm - pinch, pull, release. So natural. So relaxing. I stopped when I got the end of my pre-drafted strips. My yarn makes me think of peppermint candy.

I'll have to spin again this weekend.