Socks of random coincidence
First there was 100 g of strange-looking fibre; a mix of wool, angora, trilobal and my nemesis, mohair. Obtained in a fibre swap, this ugly duckling languished in the cupboard for some time.
One day, for reasons mainly of curiosity, it made its way onto the spinning wheel. It was chain plied and came out roughly DK weight.
This coincided with a desire to own some thick socks.
A pair of comfortable, warm socks emerged with less than a meter of yarn to spare!
Finished handspun socks
Proof that even the unlikeliest of materials can be transformed with a bit of effort.
