firstly, to avoid confusion, you should probubly know that I always name my yarns and fiber blends, always have, don't ask me why though because I'm not sure myself. so that over with, on with the batt parade... Scummow (Cornish for things washed in by the sea)
lavender fields
one of my Hotchpotch batts
Cheshire cat
Clowning around
Apart from a few choice items I am saving for a special occasion and what’s left of the fibres too fine to blend on their own, my entire stash has gone through it. I must say though, that even though its arrival was delayed by a couple of weeks (props for the folks at Scottishfibers, whose customer service was excellent) I have had an immense amount of fun with it so far and am now impatiently waiting for tomorrow as it is Wingham wool works annual migration to Parr (a little village by the sea in west Cornwall) where they will be setting up shop for 2 days, therefore a perfect opportunity to buy more fibrey goodness to feed my drumcarder.
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