"Get a bigger place." The idea that anyone he knew might have a small place out of need just didn't occur to Marcus, and the words came out with a shrug. "Spinning doesn't take my room. M'mum has her wheel in one room, basket of roving takes up the most space. What you'd need more is someone who can get you the carded wool to spin in the first place."
His fingers stroked along the fibers, and he nodded. "Blended," he said curtly. "Silk? Just a little. Some merino, I'm thinking, too. S'good. Mum's been asking me to raise alpaca. M'thinking having them and the sheep's too much fucking trouble. Should be glad she's not trying to get me to bring in silk worms." Not that he hadn't thought about it. But fuck, who wanted to raise silk?