Dear Perendale – Letter the Second

Dear Perendale,

I thought that we were friends. I thought that you would cooperate, be shiny, be bouncy, be a happy wool for me, but that just wasn’t meant to be.

I washed another ounce of your shiny locks, waited ever so patiently for them to dry, then I started making rolags. The length of the fibers should have been my first clue that you were not going to cooperate.

Once I had carded your luxe fibers, I still harbored a dream that you would spin like a dream for me.

Alas, perfect yarn was not meant to be. Despite the fact that  your rolags were perfect, puffy tubes of spinny goodness, the length of the fibers prevented me from being able to draft smoothly. I know, in my heart of hearts, that woolen spun yarn isn’t perfect, but it shouldn’t be quite THIS imperfect either.

Your yarn, spun long draw, was fuzzy, and a little lumpy. More than my usual yarn is. I think I might have done better if I had cut your locks in half before carding them up.

Despite an initial setback of making two woolen spun woven swatches, I am pleased to say that there is an obvious difference between your woolen spun, and worsted spun yarns. If I were to spin you in the future though, I would certainly spin you worsted, to bring out the best of your smooth and shiny self.

 

Perendale, I know that we can be friends. I will give you leave to be yourself, if you will behave for me.

All the best,

 

Lauren