Another cool thing about spinning?

It gives me something to do while waiting for pictures to load on Blogger.

I posted on the main blog that in spinning once more, I feel as if I had found a piece of myself that has been dormant for too long.

A friend replied, “When I pick up a paint brush and start mixing colors ... it’s like I remember the me that knew how to do it before I came to this earth.”

Then she posted this excerpt from William Butler Yeats’ “A Woman Young and Old”:

If I make the lashes dark
And the eyes more bright
And the lips more scarlet,
Or ask if all be right
From mirror after mirror,
No vanity's displayed:
I'm looking for the face I had
Before the world was made.

One of my daughters replied, “I used to love to sit at your spinning wheel and push the treadle and watch the wheel go around and around. I also found it very peaceful to watch you spin. I’m glad you are getting back into it.”

Me too, honey. Me, too. Here is my first plied skein:



At which point I realized that I no longer have a skeinwinder, and who would have thought, but there are none for sale on eBay. My friend Tola gently reminded me about the lovely niddy-noddy. Which is a traditional, elegant and relatively inexpensive solution.

Like I need a third blog?

The muse made me do it.

I don’t expect to do a lot of posting on this one. It depends upon if, how much, and/or how quickly, spinning takes over from knitting. But on this one I can get more technical than I would want, over on the primary blog. [Just as I can go squeee! all I want on the doll blog and not creep out my two oldest.]

Last Thursday night after work, I pulled out my spinning wheel from a corner of my studio and set it up here by the computer desk in the living room. Before I went to bed, I had this.



I spun a little during the day and evening on Friday (I had taken the day off for my well-woman and mammogram and lunch out with my best friend). On Saturday, I took the wheel to my ward’s Pioneer Day breakfast, figuring that if I provided a little authenticity (albeit with a very modern wheel), I would be exempt from the games.

It worked. And I got a bunch more done, while visiting with friends old and young.

Last night I spun some more. This is what it looks like now.



And this is how much I have used up from the cheese, with an unused cheese alongside for comparison.



So, what am I spinning, you ask? I wasn't sure, other than it’s wool, and it has enough VM (vegetable matter) to qualify as Noro/Lone Star Division. My friend Rebecca gave me her leftovers a couple of years ago, and I’ve kept them in this Rubbermaid storage tub. I have three green, two natural, and one each in related purples.



While setting up that photograph, I found a slip of paper that tells me this is Fingerlakes Un-Spun. It is a finer diameter pencil roving than I worked with, twenty-five years ago when I first got into spinning. Then, I used Welsh pencil roving, some of which I knitted up, and some of which I wove on my Louet loom.

That colorful bump of wool in the lower right corner of the bucket is 4.3oz of “All Spun Up” (an Etsy shop), a gift from my friend Micki.

In finding those links, I learned that Fingerlakes also makes a 60% wool, 40% silk pencil roving. Oh dear...