Let me show you them:
Good yarn on the left, not-so-good yarn on the right.
Yesssssss. This yarn rocks. I’m almost done spinning the fluff! Then I can learn plying. Wooooo plying.
SCA yarns. This is what I spin when I need to look all accurate-like (though for the persona, eventually I will need to learn to spin silk and cotton). This spindle is the best ever. I want to carry it everywhere.
Today was another sari safari, though in miniature (only one shop) and with the Chicken Goddess. I took her to Mirage, where there was a frenzy of purchasing. She bought a peach and yellow salwar set, and a really fancy blue anarkali and churidaar. I tried on many things, but in the end bought a kurti (green with gold embroidery), a blasted rayon sari (blast! I cannot use this for SCA), and a pair of anklets I have been wearing all day. I got brave and while waiting for the CG to try things on, talked with the girl who was helping us, and then (in Hindi!) found out she is married and has a daughter and is from Gujarat. All in Hindi! Her name is Sangita. She is awesome. Unfortunately, that was the extent of our conversation, as I do not know much more than that, except when I pointed out the husband and referred to him as my wife (husband is “pati,” not “patni”; good to remember in the future). And I said random words like kutta (dog) and billi (cat) and kitab (book).
We went to Saravana Bhavan again, and I had the masala dosa this time. It was delicious. Afterward we finished off Devdas, and then had to watch silly music videos from Om Shanti Om to repair the soul-crushingness that was Devdas. I will talk more about Devdas some other day. Now, I plan on drinking myself into a stupor (not really, but it would be appropriate).