Spin down the stash or at least get some washed... Day one

So, just over two years ago I handed my manager a letter asking for retirement. I'd looked at the figures and decided that I could just about get through the 6 years or so before I'm eligible for state pension on my small company pension.

This is my happy face, this is how I now spend my time, no customers complaining, no uniform to wear and very little stress.

Ok, my glasses are wonky as usual haha but its sunny, cold but possibly a bit breezy so the plan of action is to attack one of the bags of fleece.

This bag of grey ryeland was included as an extra with a brown ryeland fleece that I had ordered on line last year.

I must admit that at first glance I welcomed the gesture but a little dismayed when I found that at least a third of it was covered in coloured spray or raddle which I've found doesn't wash out. Green I can live with if its just a slight stain after washing but PINK !!

I did spin one skein of this fleece earlier in the year and it does spin up really nicely so I divided it into marked and unmarked and chucked it in the bucket of very hot, soapy water. A couple of rinses later it was on the line.

I generally try and get out a couple of days during the week at least so today it was down to the post office, some quick shopping and grab a coffee whilst casting on some knitting.

Coffee shop for today was 200 degrees in the centre on Nottingham.

and breakfast was a very unhealthy coffee and almond croissant ! delicious x

Unfortunately I cut my knitting time short as a young mother who came and sat at the next table had a child with her ( possibly school age) who was constantly coughing which I found distracting when try to count stitches etc even with my headphones on. ( I'm afraid covid fear lingers on )

As I know that the castle cafe usually opens at 10 and tends to be really quiet I headed off there.

In Nottingham we have a castle that isn't a castle, there was one here many years ago but now we just have a few ruins and a stately  home but the new café in the visitor centre does a mean coffee and not a bad pot of tea.

Success, the mitt was cast on whilst I listened to an x-files audio book.

The afternoon was spent at home emptying all my bobbins ready for the stash spin down.

Two more skeins for the wash bag, one of Jacob and one Hebridean.

Ryeland fleece update to follow in next blog, its drying off near the radiator and I'm going to settle down with some stitching for the night.

Speak soon xx