I seem to have mysteriously acquired, for the low low price of $1.85 (Janelle paid for it, too), an ancient artifact of unbelievable power.
It began simply enough, appearing as a totally innocuous bag containing one scant ounce of camel down.
No more, no less. Just one ounce; that’s ~28.3 grams.
I started spinning it up, to see how it would spin. It tends toward a rather fine single, I discovered, but still I assumed I wouldn’t get much yarn from it. It is only one ounce, after all.
So I spun, and I spun, and I spun some more.
I spun at least 100 yards of fine laceweight singles, probably more like 150. Not drastically fine, but fine nonetheless.
But then, I started to notice something… The level of fiber in the bag did not appear to be going down. Maybe a little, but nothing like the half I thought I was nearing. So I pulled out my scale, subtracted the weight of the spindle, and weighed my singles.
0.2 oz. That’s 6 grams.
I weighed the remaining fiber, only to find…
I’ve not even spun a quarter of this stuff. Somehow, and I don’t know if it’s the spindle or the fiber itself that’s magic, but somehow I have managed to spin a cop that big from 0.2 ounces of camel down.
Should I call the National Archives, or something? The Smithsonian, perhaps? Whatever I have here, it can’t be normal.