Back at the Spinning Wheel
Rain came to Minnesota this weekend. While I ran errands and thought of Marilyn Monroe’s breathy rendition of “We’re Having a Heatwave,” it seemed like the perfect weather to spend a little quality time with an old friend.
My spinning wheel has been sitting neglected for nearly a year. At some point, our old cat Virgil ate the drive band – that’s the string that makes the wheel turn. This is nothing new, in our house you have to watch anything with strings because Virgil will eat the laces right off your tennis shoes.
After a short tune-up, the spinning wheel was ready to go and by bedtime, I had spun, plied and wound a beautiful hank of green handspun yarn:
From that point on, the weekend was filled with fiber fantasies of wool, alpaca and angora. I see much more spinning in my near future.
