While most of our stuff is in storage, while he was supervising the movers, hub did managed to snag the spinning wheel before it got buried. In fact, it was one of the first things to get un-boxed, and it was here all set up for me when I arrived. The first few weeks we were here the family who actually owns this house was also here and we all lived together. The two girls age 9 and 6, are super duper smart and just a tad hyperactive. They fell in love with Hub immediately, and were really intrigued by my wheel, so they asked if I could teach them to spin and knit and crochet all in one night. Since hub also knows how to work the wheel we tag teamed them and an hour or so later, there was bits of wool and yarn all over the living room, we were exhausted and the kids were on to something else. Turns out one of them is left handed-which no one bothered to mention before we embarked on this endeavor. It was a lot of fun, and it did spark me to start spinning again. I spent the fall spinning up the fiber they started.
I'm a slow spinner. In fact, I'm slow at just about everything. Finishing my PhD at 27 was just about the only thing I've ever done "quickly", so it's taken me a whole semester to spin 4 oz into singles. Hopefully they'll get plied next weekend:
This is from the
Hello Yarn fiber club, June 2009 - I was only in the club for 6 months because fiber was piling up way faster than I could spin it - colorway "Sour Fig", Shetland wool top.
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