If you told me a year ago, or six months ago that I needed a deli scale for my house, I would have called you crazy. I would have assumed you thought I ate inhuman amounts of lunch meat. In other words…it just wouldn’t happen.

And now, I am the proud mama of this grand dame. This baby is huge. No more trying to stuff rovings, fleece and batts into something that is meant to weight 50 grams of boiled turkey breast. Isn’t she a beauty? I call her Mildred after the woman who might have worked the Kresge’s lunch counter that many years ago.

Now I don’t have to do math…. And the batts are not crushed and displayed in their full loveliness. Please enjoy Whistler White.

This is a lovely blend of merino, camel, wensleydale, corriedale, glitz and wensleydale locks. It spun like a dream and I plied it with a kid mohair – silk blend.

So lovely, that I had to crochet it into a hat immediately….not this one coming up, but something equally fun. Who knew my spinning inspiration could be reignited by a deli scale….Thanks Pearl.