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...