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:
No better:
I thought I might have sharp dressed dudes checking me out while I spun:
Instead, here’s me looking at my yarn. (And I use the term yarn loosely.)
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!
Yarnerinas 