I’ve learned how to use my spinning wheel – at last! It has been sitting in my spare room doing nothing but providing entertainment for the kids as they are so attracted to watching the wheel spin.
My Grandad tried to teach me, and then many years later my friend tried to teach me, and finally Melissa has succeeded. I proudly took home a ball of brown yarn. Lumpy and thick, but nonetheless it is definitely recognisable as yarn!!
Here is me concentrating hard – I felt like I was learning how to drive a car: thinking all at once about what my feet were doing, and my hands, and checking that it was running through ok …. it took me about 2 and a half hours (maybe more but we were talking so much!) and I think I’ve got it now.
I raced home and began testing out my own wheel and have nearly spun two bobbins of ‘Nutmeg’ Corriedale yarn! I forgot about dinner – I wasn’t even hungry. The kids went to bed an hour later than usual after I plonked down in front of them a humble meal of pasta and pesto and went right back to the spinning wheel ….so maybe this isn’t good. Do I need another fibre craft addiction?
I went to bed with my foot still feeling like it was gently rocking the pedal, my back still swaying with the motion of feeding fleece into the wheel ….
Thanks for the morning with you Melissa, for your’s and Ayla’s company 🙂