Baby bunny all growed up. Well, he's still growing but at 5 months old and brand new babies in the nest box, I can't call him a baby anymore. He has a lusciously soft coat, nearing the 90 day mark for shearing. This is not yet an adult coat, but I sheared him before he was 3 months old, so this is not a baby coat either. It whispers "spin me" every time I pet the bunny. His is a non-matting type of coat and he has not been brushed since his shearing end of April. My fingers practically tingle with excitement as that 90 days gets closer.
Perhaps that is why I have started carding batts again. Merino angora, 75/25 and 70/30 blends, are cuddle you up in deliciously warm softness, so delightful when temperatures
plunge come winter. The first two batts are subtle in their colors, spinning up worsted weight as neutrals with just a hint of color. In a scarf or cardigan, that hint of color will flirt nicely with other clothing. In a thin spin, color speaks up a bit more, but I have to finish spinning that sample for a good look at it.
These are not my usual color choices. I am sampling, experimenting with effects, pushing my boundaries. I entered a new decade this year and that's always a good time to branch out, to test one's mettle. Playing with fibers is also a soothing re-entry into every day after the recent medical intensity in my family, a means of calming the amygdala, that little almond shaped nugget deep in the brain that gets all jingly and tingly and makes you twitchy and bitchy under stress. Gooey chocolaty stuff works too, but fibers treat the body better.