The witchcraft has begun. This ability to transmute fluff into wearable, necessary, life saving clothes has begun to trickle through the spinning-to-needle process and we have a result. We have … a hat.
People, I feel like a boss. I have found how to turn mud into gold. In primitive societies I would be a priestess now… along with the guy who learned how to make fire by rubbing two sticks together. Stories should be written about me and I should go down in folklore like Rumpelstiltskin… because, dude, I can turn fluff into solid cloth. Hear. Me. Roar.
Yes, I am rather happy about this amazing transformation of myself from a consumer to producer of yarn.
Now all I have to do is practice until the yarn is a consistent thickness, learn how to dye, buy some sheep, buy the farm to put the sheep in, learn how to be a sheep farmer, learn how to shear and card and …. I can knit more hats.