ugh. finished the dress yesterday. just sewing bias binding on the seams took me FIVE AND HALF HOURS! (that 47 minutes per seam...). i cussed like a sailor too.
anyway, what i was idly musing is the fact that i have access to a spinning wheel... what condition it is in is doubtful. but, well... what do you think? should i dust it off and try to learn to spin? i'm a teeny bit apprehensive because:
a) i SO don't want another expensive hobby
b) a lady i knew who used to spin had a house so messy and disorganised it scared me (imagine, if, like a crazy homeless lady wasn't homeless. it was kinda like that). so now i associate spinning with major, heart-attack inducing clutter.
c) the other person i have heard of (never met) who used to rear the sheep, spin their wool then knit it into jumpers is a Slightly Perculiar lady of the same odd branch of Catholicism as Russell Crowe, who also thinks that any music post-Rachmaninov is of the devil (literally). she also didn't let her children drink water with fluoride in, or brush their teeth with fluoride-added toothpaste because she thought it caused cancer.
i guess i just associate spinning with socially unacceptable oddness. this is not a path ayoung knitter need venture any further down.
posted by lupinbunny @ 10:20 am
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I WANT ACCESS TO A SPINNING WHEEL!!
go fer it!
particularly because it's "access to", not "ownership of", you'll be all right :)
'access to' may quickly become 'ownership of' i fear.
my mother spent the early 70s doing Independent Woman type things like driving across the sahara and money-smuggling in africa; then settled down in the late 70s to every hippy-craft known to man. macrame, pottery, basketweaving, loom-weaving... spinning.
i think i would rather quickly inherit what remains of her spinning wheel should i show any interest.
Spinning is good. My mother spins, sporadically, and has both a neat house and good taste. Maybe its one of those things labelled "Safe in moderation"?
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