Last night I had an urge to spin up some white roving I had in the house. It has been almost a year since I used my spinning wheel.... tragic I know. My recent realization that things that take time and patience are actually soothing to my soul made me remember how much I love the feeling of making yarn. I was also inspired by a fellow blogger and knitting friend who had posted about spinning and dyeing up some beautiful yarn in her last post.
So I brought my wheel upstairs, dusted her off, oiled her, prepared my roving, and then realized I had totally forgot how to spin! I sat in front of my wheel trying different ways and cursing myself for not spinning in so long. Eventually I remembered.... ding! Thank goodness, and then I spent until 1 am over spinning some yarn, and then plying the yarn up in the navajo ply (I remebered that!).
I love the fact that spinning is such an ancient art. Everytime I spin I feel connected to something bigger than my tiny universe. I like to close my eyes when I am spinning and really feel the fibre and rythym of my foot moving the pedal up and down. Spinning yarn is such a healing and meditative art and I have decided to make more time in my life for my dear wheel again! I am a novice spinner at best, but I one day hope to spin and dye all my yarn (which might be hard since I love buying yarn so very much).
Here is a photo of the yarn and a little guy that I crochet about a year ago from the S & B crochet book.
He is suppose to be a bunny but his eyes and ears are much too far apart!
