The fushia tussah silk has such an incredible shine to it. As I was coming home on the bus, I pulled it out of it's clear package and spread it across my knees, actually fanning open the roving. I held it up to the sunshine and then ran my hand across it several times. I then touched it to my face.
For a moment, it was just me and this glorious fibre. For everyone on the bus riding with me, it was an interesting spectacle. No one seemed freaked out, just a bit curious. After I packed it back up, and pulled out a knitting project, my behaviour apparently made more sense. No more spectacle.
Once I got home I continued to play with the fibre. The fushia layer on the bottom, then teased beautiful mohair locks, the mustard is a squishy merino and the coffee coloured topper is some local romney locks. Quite the fibre cocktail.
I won't be spinning this for a while. I just like looking at it on the shelf. It glows when the light comes into the room. Yep, nothing better than silk.
