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.
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