Remember how I said if I could spin dog fur, I was buying a spinning wheel? I was joking...
but not entirely. I can't dismiss any idea that will reduce the tumbleweeds of dog fur in my house. (Yes, I have heard of vacuuming. From what I hear, it is not much fun, and the machines are expensive. And you have to change bags! All that money, and you have to swap parts out every month?)
Yesterday, after a lovely drive with Ms.Melanie, during which we discussed the highs and lows of goth music (I don't know, Melanie, I still think of "Wish" as "The Cure Sell Out," but I'll try it again), we arrived at Claudia's fantabulous fiber party, where my joke became a lot closer to being the truth. Thanks to Spindlerose, Scullery Maid & our lovely and charming hostess, I can now spin lumpy, mishapen yarn on a spindle! Note: please do not think my teachers are responsible for the lumpiness of the "yarn"; that part's all me. They are all very talented spinners.
And thanks to Scullery Maid & Claudia, I now have a CD spindle & roving to practice on.
I met so many knitters and spinners yesterday, I am trying desperately to remember all your names and blogs. Thank you all so much for your help & gifts, from the bottom of my heart. I can't wait to try it all out.
I know I have to practice a little each day so I don't forget. Here is today's effort:
A kind person might call it "slubby." It seems to be going all fine and dandy, smooth and fine, until I get to the plying stage, where it becomes "slubby." Plying is hard (whine).
And a note to all my new spinning friends: I am not buying a wheel. A spindle, sure. I know it's a gateway drug, but I can handle it. Really. It won't become a problem. It won't affect my work or my social life. Especially since I could spin at work, and half my social life is fiber-related! A wheel is not in this year's budget. Maybe next year...