The Tour de Fleece ended well. I didn't finish and I didn't crash. Much.
2. EKF Farm roving. The plan worked. The thick/thinness was evened out in a heavy worsted/chunky three-ply yarn. There are tweedy bits from the silk and recycled sari silk. I fulled it enthusiastically with my plumber's helper. I learned a bunch from this yarn.
3. Handspun by Stefania, Jacob roving. Caroline is saving the day on this one. She solicited a trip over the pond on its behalf. She will weave....something. It will come back to me in rejuvenated and lovely form. When I wound it off onto cardboard rolls, the twist wasn't quite as bad as I remembered. (Of course, it was dormant, so maybe it IS, and will be, as bad as I remembered. Human memory is an interesting phenomenon that rewrites itself as it attempts to encode itself into the neural nets we call the brain. So I will put assessment and judgment on hold for now.) No pictures until then.
4. Felicia fleece: I spun 3 oz of the 13.5, knowing this would be the epic fail. I'm okay with that. I got the bobbin started, and will finish it before the next TdF. Probably.
5. The dark horse reared up and broke out of the stable. I plyed several ounces (must weigh) of dark green Ashland Bay merino that I spun in 2006. The singles transformed into two-ply fingering weight yarn. I love it. I finger the strands, and wonder why I can't spin like that anymore. I had notes about what the fiber was, when it was, and on what wheel. But I neglected to include stuff like woolen vs worsted technique. Therefore, I did not full the yarn. It is vera vera nice. Dark green is a bear to photograph well. I'll try when it dries completely.
All that yarn up there looks suspiciously neutral. The Tour de Summer involved a daytrip to Gloucester, which defines summer in Massachusetts. We wandered the Rocky Neck galleries and stores. The colors enveloped us on the 90 degree day. The brilliant air defined the hues.
Hydrangeas reach a periwinkle/blue/purple apogee in the sandy soil that no amount of inland acidification can duplicate. The camera barely got it. And Amy's ice cream shack deserves to be immortalized on the blog to show genius in color mix and matching.
And if you are still here, go see a link my MIL sent me. Forgive its commercial nature, and hope that it comes to a clothing store near you.