a clutch of new threads. Up in the closet with several yards of linen still waiting for color. The ones that I wound up on cardboard bobbins before I threw in the towel on that. I'm still sending the bobbins along with the skeins. This time, you get to see the magic when the threads reorganize.
As you can see, there is plenty to go around. Cloth too.
As much as I whine here about the temps being just right for dyeing, there are limits. It's supposed to be 102 by noon today. You'll know where to find me.