Holiday miracle: The magi brought yarn!

Not only that...plied yarn!

I have no idea where the roving came from. Ashland Bay? The niddy noddy, a Jenkins, I believe. Notice the teethmarks. Can't imagine who did that.

The yarn is wonky and idiosyncratic; there won't be any ribbons at the county fair. But it could knit up into a fun granola-girl beanie for one of the youngins we know. And there was pleasure in the spinning. You know the zone, where it feels like you're playing Bach (but you're really spinning "Mary had a little lamb")? 

May the holidays spin up something warm and magical to delight your heart. Warm fuzzies to all!

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