“No, I don’t think so!” from Nancy in tandem with my “Not on your life!”)
Nancy, who is in the process of selling her house and has been busybusybusy, came over today anyway, to my great delight. I’m clearly doing better than I was, thank goodness, but I warned her about my cold, fever gone or no. (Hey, anybody want a house in Mountain View with a beautiful indoor courtyard? Her turtle swam with the fishies in a fountain in there for many many years.)
While trying to stage her house, she’s also a co-chair running CNCH (a Stitches West-type event for handweavers) and she’s teaching handspinning classes. Hey! I had some Romney roving that needed a home: Romney is one of the best wools for teaching new spinners with, not too short but not rough like some of the longer wools, but I am no longer a beginner and I like my wool softer than that.
(Side note here before Don asks: roving is the term for fiber that has been washed, carded, and if need be dehaired of any coarse outer coat and removed of any hay the animal might have rolled around in and is now ready to be spun into yarn.)
A solution could be found here, don’t you think? And so off it went with her, freebie supplies for her students to make everybody happy. Then I threw in a nepped-at-the-mill (not on purpose!) Rambouillet fleece for extra practicing on. The Boy Scouts had gotten a large bagful for stuffing in their shoes on long hikes to avoid blisters; now the second bag had a good use.
Although, I did spin one good project out of that Rambouillet years ago; its tested micron count was very fine and it was such soft stuff. It was half-felted as well as pilled by the time it came back to me (the mill I sent it to bought better superfine equipment after that learning experience), and though it was like trying to spin rubber bands, it did make for very soft, cushy slippers that I knit up for my daughter’s high school biology teacher.
That teacher’s name was one of two on the bio textbook. She was so inspiring in that classroom that she changed my daughter’s life entirely. Handspun handknitted slippers as a thank you for my daughter wanting to walk in her shoes was the least I could do. And that was based on what I knew then.
Sam’s finishing up her microbiology PhD now.  I hope her old teacher knows that Sam not only tried her shoes on, she loved the fit.