I can do it! Not well or fast but I am now officially a spinner. On Saturday morning I went to The Spinnery for a private lesson with Betty. Who, I must add, has the patience of a saint. When I signed up for the class I told her I had a drop spindle and when I got there I told her I now had a wheel. Betty didn't even blink, just got me a wheel and went on as if nothing happened. I was glad that I'd spent the last two weeks practicing my footwork because I was spinning in minutes. Betty went over everything, answered all my questions and was a great cheerleader.
By the end of the class I had spun and plied a whopping 18.7 yards of something that can be called yarn.
When I got home I washed it and hung it to set and then wound it into a cake.
Then I knit it all up. It's not even and it's certainly not perfect but it will be some day.
And I think I'll frame this.
By the way, if you're ever nearby, Frenchtown, NJ is just the cutest little town. Saturday was Bastille Day and I wish I had had more time to wander around.
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