Although there is quite a bit of time left in Le Tour de Fleece, I have almost finished spinning the bag of unidentified wool. I have enjoyed sitting at the wheel every day, even if it was just for a few moments, and watching the colors change as the wool passes through my fingers.
Can you see the bottom half of a drawing in pink on the window ledge? It is the place-marker board Son made for me. A sheep on a bike has to climb a mountain and then come down to finish the race. You can see a person cheering at the finish line. I am getting close to the bottom.
The yarn is much thinner than I expected it to be. And unlike my usual spinning up to now, it is UNDERTWISTED rather than overtwisted. Perhaps it is time to change to my faster whorl.
The colors are incredible. My neutral-color personality is somewhere between shocked and joyous that I'm allowing myself to enjoy this experience so intensely.