Let me introduce you to Hoshi.
She's a sexy little thing, yes?
See, Hoshi is cool for 2 reasons.
1. She's a chick
2. She's a costwold chick from the US of A and she belongs to the wonderful Cari.
Hoshi is very intelligent. She sends Cari emails regularly, and she has the forsight to get a haircut once a year and send her locks to Cari to spin. If that isn't devotion, I don't know what is.
My cats are in awe of Hoshi. They are intrigued by this pretty little thing. See,
Their claws have carressed the packaging, and they have growled as they tore the bag to shreds. I think it was pure lust, but I can't rule out their instinct that the inert bag was prey and might attack us all through the night, and therefore had to be 'taken care of'. I had to do something with Hoshi, for fear she would be licked to death, or growled to within an inch of her life.
Or, at least, I attempted to do something with this, but the spinners amongst you will be squirming at this point and swearing away under your beathe at the heathen amongst you.
It's very uneven, and parts are overspun. I could lie and say this was totally deliberate (there you go again, swearing away and hiding your heads in your hands), but it wasn't, but I think I can get away with it on this one. It's my second attempt. The first attempt will just leave you laughing your heads off.
And the third attempt will convince you that I should never touch a drop spindle ever again. I have affectionately called this one Cat Spew. Forgive me Cari, your name for it was much more eloquent, but this one was a real suck to spin, kept breaking and my carefully crafted ability to put colour together failed me entirely on this one. It perhaps wasn't helped by the fact I was trying to make dinner at the time.
This is addictive stuff though. Mesmerising. And I wanna do more.