Category Archives: drop spindle

Is drop spindling haunting me?

I have been going through a major clean and purge for the past month.  I don’t know what it is about the autumn that seems to bring it out in me.  Maybe because I am indoors a bit more?  I took a before picture of my home work space, but I may not be able to bring myself to show it to you.  I hang my head with shame when I see it.  Maybe I’ll wait till there is a before and after.  I’m getting there.  I have donated three full bags, contractor-size, of nice yarn.  I have plenty left, believe me. (I have not gone the full Konmari, but fall somewhere between there and the KayAnn method.)

In a file of textile crapola, I found this:

invitation to spin

No idea where it came from, or how long I have had it.  It appeared to be mimeographed.  (Just kidding, probably on a Selectric.)  It went into the recycling bin, along with so much more.  This was also in the file, and I will keep it.  I still have the yarn I was planning to use – Harrisville shetland bought when Ram Wools in downtown Minneapolis went out of business…

harrisville

 

I haven’t spent as much time indoors this fall as I would think.  A work trip to Salt Lake City was fun, and boy have things changed there in 15 years.  I didn’t make it to Blazing Needles, it was just too long a trip on transit.  The weather has been glorious.  We still have some roses hanging around.

ramblin red in the rain

And there is plenty of  chard, broccoli, lettuce and acorn squash.  These heirloom carrots are a bit scary.  They really are purple on the outside – that is not some sort of radiation poisoning.  I set the carrot on a step to give you an idea of how big it really is.  My beets are much smaller.

extreme carrot

I may try to roast one whole and see what happens.  Suggestions?

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Spinning. If you can call it that.

I have avoided spinning for many years.  I have too many hobbies and commitments already.  Husband, house, horse, job(s) — spinning will have to be for my next life.  But a bit of drop spindling for fun?  Well, why not.  Hanging around with spinners and yarnie geniuses in Maine, I suddenly acquired a drop spindle on long-term loan, beautiful wool to spin, and a couple of teachers.

Sadly, my product didn’t measure up, being much less than the sum of its parts.

Sad yarn:

first try

No better:

jani's wool

I thought I might have sharp dressed dudes checking me out while I spun:

watching men

Instead, here’s me looking at my yarn.  (And I use the term yarn  loosely.)

spinning

This is no reflection on the team that tried to get me going.  Yarndude has offered to give me a lesson in exchange for teaching him how to make Yorkshire buttons.  He’ll be wholesaling product before I have something worth showing, I’m sure!