At the same time my Back of the Bus friends were working on breaking black, I determined that dyeing is probably not for me at this time – it is a little fussy and fiddly. The house that we have recently moved into screams for antiques and other similarly styled objects. The corner of the living room was occupied by a baby grand piano when the former owners lived here. Being not musically inclined, I was not willing to move another baby grand in. But what I thought would be perfect there was a Spinning Wheel! A full-on, Sleeping Beauty type spinning wheel.
I was in love with the styling of the spinning wheel and how it would look in the corner of the room. I also thought it would be a great tie in with my love of yarn and knitting. I never really gave a lot of thought to whether it should be a working wheel or a really beautiful antique with ‘some parts missing’. I set the 14 year old son who is addicted to EBay about finding me a spinning wheel. He gave up when he saw how much they cost and how difficult it is to find a nice looking, working antique.
It was at this point that I started researching new, but still old looking, working wheels. And the thought crossed my mind that perhaps if I had a spinning wheel in my house, I may actually use it. This thought was spoken out loud in front of the 14 year old boy who promptly rolled his eyes and pronounced me a “Dork”. Apparently, I am not a dork if it is used as decoration, but if it is a useful and decorative tool, then I have passed over some invisible threshold into Dork-dom.
At this point I took a step back to think about spinning my own yarn and how I would do this. This post is but one in a series about my new foray into the art of spinning. There will be more to follow.