You know the Rumplestiltskin fairy tale, with the girl who's forced to spin straw into gold? Back in the day, when I lived on a farm and was seven or so, I used to tear up straw and pretend I was spinning it. This resulted in lots of bits of straw flung around, great fun for me, and not a single strand of actual usable anything.
Fast forward to now, when I can take that pile of fluff from last week, that didn't work for me at all, in terms of representing me out in the wide world of spinning, and turn it into this:
This is the first 95 yards or so of that Mexican Chocolate bfl/silk I showed off last week. Pre-wash, fingering-ish weight.
It's working for me.