See me in the photo? I am holding on for dear life. Off to spinning class I go this morning. It's a fiber festival workshop at a ranch near Bandera, Texas. The teacher, Joy from Lubbock, said she would help me resurrect my wheel that was in the flood. Dear Hubby has cleaned it for me. I do NOT know the first things about spinning wheels. And then I thought it to be a goner in the flood but photos sent to spinners have concluded all the parts are intact.
We will see!
I look forward to this process. Why, you ask, have I taken on another element of fiber art?
Why? I ask myself the same question, but I have and will be fiddling with this wheel for the rest of my life. I like the architecture of spinning wheels. Maybe I am one of those folks who buy grand pianos for their impressive looks in the living room. I think spinning wheels are quite lovely little artifacts.
And maybe, just maybe, I will learn to spin some delightful fun yarns for my weavings.
Gotta run to become
the next spinner
of yarns!
That has a double meaning, eh?
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