I've had such headaches, I spent hours crying under my blanket and asking for an axe...
I could not work, as I could not think enough to express myself in my mother tongue, much less translate things that have a lot of strings of numbers...
When the painkillers had some effect, I still was not up to tasks, like knitting my New Year's sweater that has a long repeat of complicated stranded pattern... so what would one do?
I have not spun with my wheel in ages. I have not spun much in the last few years as it is, except for some bits with the drop-spindle here and there for demonstration, but not with the wheel.
It was lucky, trying to make some order in, and rearrange my craft-flat a few weeks ago I did clean out the corner of my bedroom, where Katie, the wheel lives, and found out the old drive band is broken.
Thankfully, Ági, from the weaving workshop Minta Mókus rushed to my aid, and helped me out with one, just before Christmas, and then Nobert put it on the wheel.
So, it was ready, when I needed to do something that did not required much thinking.
The carded, tweedy batts came from Afrien of Ariadné Műhely.
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