One $42 spindle, and look where I am a month later.
It keeps getting better. Lucy of Mind's Eye Yarns gave me a spinning lesson today. It's remarkable that I could produce attractive singles pretty much by accident before this. We ranged over wide territory, and when it came to learning spinning from the fold, concepts of twist and drafting began ringing bells. The light came over the hills, and a new day dawned. YES.
It keeps getting worse. I cannot decide between single and double treadle. I know it will be a Schacht. We make beautiful
music singles together. It reminds me of a really bad joke that actually speaks to my dilemma:
Sioux Indian to psychiatrist: I can't make up my mind. One minute, I think I'm a teepee. The next moment, I think I'm a wigwam. I'm a teepee, I'm a wigwam, I'm a teepee, I'm a wigwam.
Psychiatrist to Sioux Indian: Sir, I think I know what your problem is. You are two tents.
What is the intelligent woman's solution to this problem? Buy more roving! Lucy has lovely seductions in her store:
The brown is Blue Face Leicester, the white is Border Leicester. The shore bird is inspecting generic wool top in a color I found impossible to leave behind.
If anyone has thoughts about DT vs ST they would like to share, let me know. I'm leaning towards DT.
Should I speak of love,
Let my feelings out?
I never thought I'd come to this.
What's it all about?
Don't you think it's rather funny,
I should be in this position.
I'm the one who's always been
So calm, so cool, no spinner's fool,
Running every show.
Schacht scares me so.
Knitting is happening, really. I subscribe to the school of thought that states if you don't have something that looks substantially different from the last time you showed a picture, don't post a picture. Of course, my conviction is only strong when there is other content to oogle. Hence the roving, and no Marla. She is doing well, a few rows at a time, and heading towards armhole shaping.