Thick, lumpy, and ridiculously overspun, it nevertheless represents a giant step off the cliff of perfectionism and out into the brave new world of abject beginnerhood.
On the one hand, the feeling of being so utterly inept with wool between my fingers is deeply unsettling, as I've become accustomed to a high degree of competence in a variety of fibre and textile skills. On the other hand, the same feeling is tremendously exciting, because it signifies new territory, neural pathways that aren't merely expanding the same old rut.
Fibre friend Rebecca was a wonderfully patient teacher at yesterday's market - fortuitously, her booth was directly across from mine (though I completely forgot to take pictures). If you are ever in Whistler on a Sunday, you must stop by the Diva's Niche tent.
I have no idea what this green stuff is, as I picked up a small sample years and years ago, but I suspect it deserves much better. A starter order of undyed fibre is in the mail, and having taken the plunge, I now need to go back through all the wonderful suggestions I've received and explore some other choices.
As for dyeing fibre for the store, that will happen when I feel like I know what I'm doing. Not necessarily expert spinning ability, but I need to feel confident that I know what the highest quality fibre feels and looks like... and have a plan to achieve it. After that... I'm really excited about the possibilities. I can imagine many of my favorite colourways reaching new heights of subtlety and clarity - the berries of Beary Surprise, for example.