Doug and I were on our way to a friends' home when we drove past an antique shop up on Highway 12 at Blackwater. "Spinning wheel!" I exclaimed. But we didn't stop. I drove back up the next day and looked at it, and came home. Thought about it. And then acquired it. If you tip your head to the right ...
It's a tidy little wheel. About 3 feet tall, and all wood. I found a gentleman who works wonders with
spinning wheels, and left it with him. He had to tighten
When I went to retrieve the wheel, the gentleman's wife demonstrated how well it could spin. I'm taking lessons from her, come September. She is a master spinner, and has a reputation for being able to spin moonbeams into wool. Nice!
The gentleman doing the repairs was quite pleased to see that the flyer was not only present and accounted for, but also in one piece! The whorl
All this to say that I'm gonna learn to spin! I am so excited! The spinning product will be for my personal use ... hand spinning is just a bit too time-consuming to try for production quantities.
She has an internship (with pay, hooray!) at the University for the next six months, so she is feeling quite chuffed with herself.
In other mental meanderings ... while I understand the allure of not wearing pantyhose (yeah, they do make the wearer more warm), I recently attended an event where the ladies were pretty much all required to be dressed up. Apparently, the concept of underslips has also gone out the window along with pantyhose. Have you ever seen a room full of women reaching around to pull their skirts away from their rear ends? I have ... and I'm not kidding when I tell you that the alleged comfort is not worth the lessening of appearance. Women -- for heavens sake -- pantyhose and slips! Really! It is worth it!