I finally have a spinning wheel. I don't know why I always needed one. Just that somehow I don't know how I ever got this far without getting one. Spinning wool on a spinning wheel is just as therapeutic as meditation. It reminds me of trimming pottery. I used to put an upside down pot on the wheel so that I could make a pretty foot on the bottom. I would turn on some Radiohead. ..... then nothing happened. A blessed nothingness experience. I could see the trimmings of clay fall away, I was poignantly aware of the music. But somehow I trimmed the same bowl for 45 minutes when it was only supposed to take 5 minutes.
I name my precious things. So, here is Andromeda the spinning wheel. She has the Grecian key motif all around her. She came to me as such. So my wheel.
My first skein of yarn. Oh it's hideously lovely. As imperfect as a first should be. It does my ego good to be imperfect.
