That's some peach!
If you'll remember, the unspun top was a delicate affair of blushes and pallors and rosy cheeks. I called it peach-like . . . peach slurpees, maybe. Pretty, still, but a little more, ah, intense than what I was anticipating. Not engaging so much as electric.
I actually planned a method and a procedure this time for the much-coveted subtly changing marl: I split the bundle lengthwise into two halves, and then split each piece lengthwise again into several strips of varying thicknesses. The idea was that pieces of differing thicknesses would create color runs of varying lengths in the singles, and ensure an interesting plied yarn composed of randomly matched and mismatched plies. All this is well and good, but damn, yo.
I'm thinking now of plying the whole length with some soft, tweedy brown wool top I have - that might be kind of sophisticated and lovely. Or maybe I will just go ahead and ply it with itself, and see if it tones down any - or see if I love it the way it is, in all its who-needs-heliotropism-when-you're-brighter-than-the-freaking-sun-anyway glory. We'll see.
Thanks, everyone, for the nice comments on the Ocean Mist. I have an idea for a sinuous kind of lace rattling around in my brain - something fairly simple that uses half-dropped symmetry and some judiciously placed decreases to create flowing, undulating clustered fingers. I'm thinking a simple rectangular stole right now, clean and spare - seagrass stirred by a current, like. Unfussy.
Charting and swatching tonight, if I get a spare moment. Hopefully, I'll have something to show tomorrow, if only to prove that I don't just spin nowadays - I still do knit, really!