Presence of mind

When those dances were over she returned to Charlotte Lucas, and was in conversation with her, when she found herself suddenly addressed by Mr. Darcy, who took her so much by surprise in his application for her hand, that, without knowing what she did, she accepted him.

--Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice

I went to the LYS yesterday to drop off a bazillion dangling ends of yarn the baby blanket for some finishing. Inspired by thoughts of the new large space in my stash box, I decided to browse a bit too. There were so many yarns I could have chosen, like sock yarn for commuter knitting, or Noro Kureyon for gazing upon while thinking happy thoughts.

Instead, I bought a drop spindle and half a pound of fleece.

Though not a complete impulse, it was enough of one to make me think I need some time away soon from this incessant rain.

Here's spinning attempt #2 in its slubby glory. The main thing I've learned so far (and the neighbours downstairs have probably figured this out too) is that it's called a drop spindle for a very good reason.