Creamy handspun parfait; so incredibly soft.  I pray, meditate, and wish as I work on the handspun wedding shawl.  Now that I'm more confident that I'll be able to produce enough yarn on my drop spindle to make an actual wrap, I've begun to dream of lace motifs, shapes, edgings.  Sketches, I think, are just around the corner.

This takes such focus, such time.  I'm pleased with how consistent the yarn is, hank to hank.  Pleased that it is so soft and delicate.  Pleased, even, at the slubs, the proof that I'm still a beginner, that this is where I am in my life right now, that I don't have it 100% figured out.  Proof that it has all touched my fingers, that it is made by hand, that it takes effort.  This is, after all, for a shawl that I'll wear on my wedding day.  I don't pretend to be perfect, but I know that I am loved, and that I love in return.  I think it's fitting.