
This morning I was working with some roving I dyed yesterday, and felt a zen-like trance come over me while I was feeling fine fibers running through my fingers.

The colors and tactile experience in my quiet studio were mesmerizing.

Reality hit, and I realized it was time to go feed my famished, fretting fuzzy friends who gifted me their fleeces.
SSF Peruvian MidasWhat's with the F's all of a sudden? Oh... it is February!
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