I have always been enamoured with the thought of spinning. I pictured myself in a bucolic setting, happily whiling away the hours while at my wheel. I thought I’d try drop spindle to see if I was any good/liked spinning. So, when I saw a class advertised at Romni Wools, I jumped at it. I waited patiently for months for the date to arrive, driving my friends nuts with a countdown to the event.
The fantasy world crashed head on into reality today. I totally sucked at it. Now I know it takes practice, but I’m so used to picking up a needle or hook and knowing exactly what to do that it blew me away when I was uncoordinated and spastic. I kept breaking my roving whenever I tried to spin it and had big gobby chunks throughout. Everyone else had laceweight, and I had sport! I did learn quite a bit about wool and its composition, so not all was lost. Plus I have some really funky roving to work into thrum mittens this fall.
I have decided that my job in life is not to be the spinner, but the one who buys from the spinner. Never again will I question the price tag that accompanies handspun. I paid a much higher price today in blood sweat and tears!