Spindles, wheels, and needles

A gathering of spinners.

Spinnity & Jeni,


Grace & Kristi,


Margit,


Abigail (showing off the fruits of her first adventure in spinning, silk hankies),


and Bill, Cookie, and me (not shown), the non-spinners.

Co-hosts Spinnity & Kristi graciously granted me a get-out-of-spinning-free card, but instead of using it I bought this Purlescence.

Oatmeal Blue Faced Leicester

A potential fiber obsession in the making?

Spinnity, Kristi, and Jeni spent quite a while getting me going, first on a spindle then on Spinnity's wheel. Patience, patience. Not me that is, but Spinnity, Kristi, and Jeni. There were moments when all went well and I felt like I had the hang of it--the fiber was moving effortlessly and winding beautifuly onto the spindle. Then I'd think about it too much and boom--thin thin thinner, not enough twist, break.

After my cup was overflowing with the spinning experience, Spinnity was kind enough to ply the yarn.

My first yarn! Granted, I don't look like there's an exclamation point in me.

But today I look at this little hank of yarn

and think that I need to buy a spindle. Did I mention that I have a project picked out for this yarn? Twined Mitts. They'll be lovely.

Thanks everyone, seeing you all spinning such magnificent fiber was amazing. I had a good time and learned a lot.