Adventures in long draw continue in between the weather whiplash (- 9* F to +56*F? Mother Nature is clearly confused, poor dear). This time, I blended wool and angora on hand cards and made 5 rolags, total weight about half an ounce. Samples, baby - much more do-able than looking at an entire big bag of wooly wonderfulness with intent to add more fiber then spin it all with a technique that still has my hands sparring with whisper. Yeah, this death grip on the fiber spins my hands into knots rather than fiber into light n lofty yarn. When that bitch in my head starts pointing out how nicely these fibers slip through my fingers with short forward draw, I retreat to the lamaze training that got me through birthin' babies. Shut out the bitch and breathe slowly, deeply, focus on the fiber, relax, relax and another length of fiber magically slips into yarn. And then the mental fist pump Yeah! and oops, death grip's huge lumpy tangled mess jumps in again. Sigh. New mantra while massaging my hand so the locked up joints in my finger will release: finish the rolags, just finish these few rolags and see what you've got. Back to breathing, just breathe, let the fibers flow. And so it went, like learning to drive stick shift, I lurched and jerked and stopped and sometimes slipped into gear where forward happened and eventually got through it. What did I get? About 20 yards of improvement, an imperfect but more consistent yarn that I do like to pet. And perhaps a slight smile of satisfaction because yes, there is improvement between the lumpy bumpy.