I had a delightfully productive weekend. I finished a pair of baby booties for a friend, (ohmygoodness they could not be any cuter) which I’ll show you tomorrow. They’re blocking at the moment – one came out slightly bigger than the other, so I’m trying to block them into submission. And I spun. I spun yarn. Me. I made yarn. I’m a spinner. I can spin!
And here’s the proof:
Isn’t it fabulous? Aren’t I a clever girl?!? This is the gorgeous BFL roving that Sue gave me at last week’s meetup, from David’s Etsy shop. It’s a dream to spin, it just seems to turn itself into yarn with very little effort on my part. There’s something magical, almost miraculous about spinning. You take a handful of fluff, and with a bit of twiddling, you turn it into yarn. It’s just incredible. If you haven’t tried it yet, stop whatever you are doing, leave work, abandon the kids, go find yourself a spindle and some fibre, and spin……
Ahhhhh. And I’ve left the best news until last: I bought a spinning wheel. An Ashford Kiwi. And it will be here in the next few days. I’m about as excited as it’s possible for one person to be. I’m a spinner. Wheeeeeeeee!!!!!!