Craving spinning
This is all Sylvia's fault.
A few weeks ago I spent several lovely hours at Sylvia's house. My parents had just finished their visit, the kids were otherwise occupied, I had the afternoon away from work, so I went to Sylvia's house and knit and talked. Sylvia is delightful company, another knitter from Friday afternoons was there, and we were very calm. (I was practically comatose, but I'm putting a positive spin on it).
One thing that I wanted to try while I was at Sylvia's house was her electric spinning wheel. I've never tried an electric wheel and I was curious. So I spent a few minutes fumbling with it (I haven't spun in a long time), which was just enough to whet my appetite. Then I spotted the latest issue of Spin Off on her table, which made me wonder why I hadn't gotten my copy.
Later that weekend I called Interweave to find out why my copy hadn't arrived, only to discover that my subscription lapsed after Summer of 08 issue (oops, I guess I can't have missed it too much if I only now realized it was gone). Sylvia generously loaned me the four issues I hadn't seen, and I've been reading them for the past week or so.
And I've been craving spinning. My spinning wheel sits in my living room, taunting me. Every time I think I might have five minutes to oil it, I don't. And by the time I get the kids into bed I'm too tired to thing straight and all I can manage is basic sock knitting (not even heels and toes).
So I'm thinking today maybe I'll spin instead of going grocery shopping, what do you think? The family won't mind if they have to eat freezer chow for a week because I needed some quality spinning time, will they? I can tie my son to a chair so he won't stick his fingers in between the spokes of the wheel can't I?
I can dream, can't I?
And just because blog posts with photos are more entertaining here's a slightly more recent shot of my Beautiful Boy:
The slightly knowing smile is him through and through.
A few weeks ago I spent several lovely hours at Sylvia's house. My parents had just finished their visit, the kids were otherwise occupied, I had the afternoon away from work, so I went to Sylvia's house and knit and talked. Sylvia is delightful company, another knitter from Friday afternoons was there, and we were very calm. (I was practically comatose, but I'm putting a positive spin on it).
One thing that I wanted to try while I was at Sylvia's house was her electric spinning wheel. I've never tried an electric wheel and I was curious. So I spent a few minutes fumbling with it (I haven't spun in a long time), which was just enough to whet my appetite. Then I spotted the latest issue of Spin Off on her table, which made me wonder why I hadn't gotten my copy.
Later that weekend I called Interweave to find out why my copy hadn't arrived, only to discover that my subscription lapsed after Summer of 08 issue (oops, I guess I can't have missed it too much if I only now realized it was gone). Sylvia generously loaned me the four issues I hadn't seen, and I've been reading them for the past week or so.
And I've been craving spinning. My spinning wheel sits in my living room, taunting me. Every time I think I might have five minutes to oil it, I don't. And by the time I get the kids into bed I'm too tired to thing straight and all I can manage is basic sock knitting (not even heels and toes).
So I'm thinking today maybe I'll spin instead of going grocery shopping, what do you think? The family won't mind if they have to eat freezer chow for a week because I needed some quality spinning time, will they? I can tie my son to a chair so he won't stick his fingers in between the spokes of the wheel can't I?
I can dream, can't I?
And just because blog posts with photos are more entertaining here's a slightly more recent shot of my Beautiful Boy:
The slightly knowing smile is him through and through.
posted by Marie at 8:04 AM
2 Comments:
You and the Italian have not reproduced. You have cloned.
Doesn't sticking your fingers between the spokes only happen once? I got my hair caught in the flyer hooks of the electric once. Ouch.
You're right, though. There is something about spinning. After listening to a shawm concert (in the second row), a friend of mine told me it had realigned all his molecules. Spinning does that for me.
Love the photo of the Boy. I have a cousin who can smile like that and she has the most wickedly wonderful sense of humor. I've always been careful not to cross her...!
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