I’ve been resisting the urge to learn to spin for a long time now. To borrow a phrase, resistance is futile.
There was a book sale a while back, and I bought this:
Yes, a person with no spindle, no fiber, and no time bought this book. That was in the summer.
At the retreat in Gananoque in November, I think I spent too much time talking to Robin. She has sheep. And a llama. She brought a variety of fiber for sale. I ended up with about 200g of Hamish & Morag (llama & sheep respectively, I believe). It’s 75% Polwarth, 25% llama.
I didn’t have a spindle. That was soon fixed. I bought a wee Golding in cherry:
While I waited for the spindle, I read Abby’s book. The spindle arrived on Monday night. I started playing on Monday night. By Tuesday night, I had done this:
I’m not sure where this is leading, but it sure is fun so far, and I don’t even really know what I’m doing yet. Francine (who you’ve probably seen as my model for a couple of patterns) is going to be helping me learn what to do. Oh, and I’ve watched Abby too.