The dream began a few years ago, when I thought it would be cool to get even closer to the origins of the fiber. I took a drop spindle class but the teacher was kind of cranky and I never did get the hang of it. So I set the idea down. Then a year or so ago, I decided to learn how to play with spinning wheels. I found another teacher, and she was cool, and the ideas she shared with me made a tiny bit of sense. So it was like I had learned a few letters of the alphabet. But with no wheel of my own, I couldn't practice. Sort of like knowing a little French but having nowhere to try out my new language skills.
|My excellent teacher, Aimee, showing me how it works.|
|My first yarn! Yep, I made this!|
|Aimee, the amazing spinning teacher!|
|My second ball of yarn. Oh this is SO FUN!|
So I picked up the wool, I took a class, I dropped in on a Spin-In the other day full of avid spinners. I am totally on my way. I love it. So fun, so relaxing, so rewarding.
Next goal: a flock of sheep in my backyard. One thing at a time. Maybe I can save that goal for 2020.