Before it's another weekend, I have to tell you what I did over the last one. I spun! A while back I got a drop-spindle lesson, and I am truly ashamed to admit it, but I hadn't touched it since. And then there is Anna (tragically blogless), who is one of the sweetest people I've ever met and who I wouldn't even know if we weren't both die-hard Yarn Harlot fans who both got to her signing ridiculously early and sat on the floor together and talked and knit and ... a year later we're still friends. And through her I've met Robin and Shannon and Barb and Barb and Maryann and Dale and Joyce and...and Thank You, Steph!
Anna is not only a knitter, but a spinner and a weaver as well. And she wants an army of fiber minions to take over the world. She'll suck you in. Oh, yeah. First it's a "Hey, do you want to come to the Weavers Guild sale with us?" and suddenly you're buying roving - and you haven't touched a spindle in a year. Then it's a "Hey, I haven't seen you. Come to Myers House and hang out with me while I weave" and then you've somehow inherited your mother's old Lee Wards table loom, circa 1978 (which, thankfully, is still in the box. But it now lives at my place.) Hmmm. I see a pattern. And don't even get me started on how she's pushing angora bunnies. No, I resisted that one.
And I am not the only one who thinks Anna is an enabler, either. Fran agrees with me. She posted a lovely telling of the day on her blog, so I'm going to let you read it. Go on. The pictures (that other people there took as well) are much better than mine. And it's a new blog by a fantastic and gracious spinner, so you may want to go ahead and add it to your Google Reader or Bloglines right now.
So, back to the fact that I was spinning. First I got my spindle out, and after a little assistance getting started again, I continued to practice with the same cream-colored stuff that came with it. After I got the hang of it again, I switched to the blue-colored stuff that came with it. It's by no means perfect, but it was a much less awkward process than the first time. Here's a look:
Oooohhh, spindle p0rn. Want a closer look?
It's not like the lace-weight singles that Lee Ann spun that got me buying the spindle in the first place, but it's a start. The fiber was the stuff that came in the box, after all. I'll try other stuff. And practice. More than once year.
But was Anna happy? Oh, noooo. She thinks I need a wheel, and the surefire way to get me to get a wheel is for her to put hers in front of me and let me try it out. Mwah hah hah hah. But, good triumphed over evil! I was less than enamored with the whole wheel thing. You wanna talk about awkward? Picture an 8th grade graduation dance, all the girls in high heels for the first time, the boys are staring at them, and the janitor just waxed the floor. It was that kind of awkward. Maybe I'll try again someday, but I much preferred the spindle. I could barely treadle. Couldn't keep the wheel going in one direction. Broke the roving countless times. Even clogged the wooly winder. But Anna patiently got me going again every time. She's such a sweetheart, and her passion for fiber arts is so contagious. But I'm not buying a wheel. No. I said no. No means no. Sigh. Give me a year, OK?
Love you guys! Thanks for a great Sunday!