Tomorrow I'm going to buy my first spinning wheel... it all started three weeks ago on a trip to the UK to see family and friends. The first place we stayed was with a fellow woollie who had a wheel and some drop spindles. That's how it starts you know, you get together with a friend who knows a bit about it, just a little drop spindle and a bit of raw fleece to see if you like it or not and before you know it, you're washing fleece and hanging it out to dry, then you have carders in your hand and you are teasing out the knots, making rolags and feeding them into the hole thingy on the spinning wheel and producing very uneven threads but you are now HOOKED on spinning. If you spend all day and then all the next day working like this you might end up with a lovely singleply thread, which, if you have enough of, you can PLY. Later in the evening, you wash and rinse your yarns gently and hang out to dry overnight and when you get up in the morning, there they are gently swaying in the early morning breeze, your very first hanks of homespun Jacob's woollen yarn. But what to make with them? Nothing is going to be good enough and I imagine that I will keep them as it is as a memento of that first spin...
Oh, yes, buying a wheel of my own. That's tomorrow. An old Ashford - I'm not sure of the model but it looks lovely in the photo and I'm just itching to get going again. It's been too long! More later.