I love to spin
But life has been busy and spinning has felt like a luxury that I can’t yet afford. Not in terms of money, but in terms of time.
But I love to spin.
So I am slowly easing it back into my life. A little bit sneakily (is that a word?). It is just kind of growing in its presence in the house – quietly – unobtrusively – until one day it will just be there – all set – ready for me to just sit down and spin.
It started with the space.
I don’t have a dedicated space in the house to spin in – it has always been just trying to fit the wheel into an open space in the living room when I wanted to spin, and then picking up the wheel and hiding it away until I was ready to spin again. So I started to clear a space in my room. I moved stuff against walls and put my supplies and rovings and projects on shelves on top of the dog crates (remember – we sleep in a room with 5 dogs (6 before Sparky passed).
And I moved Linda Lou in.
Now the rocker is not the best spinning stool – but for now it is working.
Then I set her up – tightening up the fishing line on the brake – and found my bobbins that still had those dribs and drabs of yarn on them – and I sat down and plied them together.
I kinda like what I got. Not sure what I will do with it, but I will let you know when I figure it out.
Plying that yarn made me realize that I was out of practice. I needed my next bit of spinning to be practice – to be something to get me back to where I felt confident in my ability to actually spin a consistent tight yarn. The problem is that I sooooo love all of my rovings, I did not want to risk screwing any of them up at this stage in my spinning. But then I remembered.
I bought a big bag of “seconds” roving on Sunday morning at Rhinebeck this year.
You know, those pieces left over after weighing out the 4 ounce balls of roving, or those pieces that got wet and might be a little felted – or a lot felted. Just the odds and ends.
I kinda got a lot because I thought this could be good to teach the boys to spin with. The roving was colorful which would be fun for them too.
So I pulled out the bag of rovings over the weekend, spread them and – and then handed them to Vash.
Who put them into nice piles by color.
Then I picked one color pile and started to pre-draft those odds and ends to get them ready to spin.
It was not all that easy.
There is a method. You start with a fairly felted piece of roving. Then you take that piece and pull it open. That frees the fibers. Then you start pre-drafting those newly freed fibers into a long thin piece of roving, which you then wind into a bird’s nest.
I made a basket of bird nest pre-drafted roving.
That’s all I got done this week. But that was the most I have done on my spinning in months.
And I just snuck it in. Wove it into my days. Little bits at a time.
Sometimes that is just how it has to be.
So here is where I will show you what I have done – when I have done something else. Some weeks there may be nothing to show you. But then again – spinning has that way of pulling me back to it. It is very zen. It is my peaceful happy place – feeling the fiber move through my fingers to the rhythm of the wheel to the time measured by my feet on the pedal. Thoughts become very centered – just watching the flow of fiber through your fingers. Everything else moves away and you are in the center – and the dancing swirl of humanity grows further away as your mind concentrates on the flow of the fiber into the orifice to the turn of the wheel.
I love spinning.