I do, occasionally, still get to spin:
In between spinning wheel rescue and rehabilition efforts, sewing, and everything else that seems to eat up time, I did manage to spin up this skein. It is Northern Lights pencil roving, but I forget the colorway:
It has been sitting here since before Christmas, begging, “spin me.” Sometimes, there are just not enough hours in a day ….
The Wool Merchant's Daughter 
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