It happened so fast.
Marcy sent me a link. We made the pilgrimmage to where the wheel lived. This oak vixen charmed me with her quiet beauty, and her smooth, sweet action. Mr. Etherknitter wasn't even jealous.
I dithered all weekend. Should I? Shouldn't I? What if? Yes! No! Yes! Maybe!
My finger descended with speed to send the email that said, "Yes, I will buy her." It had to be executed quickly to quell the backandforth monkey mind.
She is mine. Meet Nina Skye.
1993 Reeves Norwegian wheel:
I have christened her with Claudia Romney. It seemed consonant to use fiber from the initial source of my spinning karma. (It also meant I didn't have to run upstairs.)
I think I'm shell-shocked.
Clearly, it was meant to be.