The yarn was trying so hard to untwist itself and return to its original state and I had to work hard to show it who was boss. There it is before soaking to start the set-the-twist process. (I'm learning stuff.)
There it is again, soaking in warm water.
Hanging from a doorknob in all its glorious imperfection.
Dry and wound into a ball-ish type bundle of joy. And I'm already spinning more!
I'm so proud!
The boy said, "Um . . . you really didn't make much. Whaddayagonna do with it?"
Maybe I'll use this yarn to stitch his lips together.