Now, know that there is this "Old Dog" phrasement running through my mind the whole time the whorl is whorling . . . and, that I have tried this before and not been so swell at it.
I made a little fiber into string. Smitten.
I bought a little, tiny YELLOW (I don't really own anything yellow, but it had a happy--not frightening look, like BROWN) drop spindle. And, the woman gave me some verbal tips, and a little spare hair to play with in exchange for my VISA.
I carried my bag up to the hotel room and totally forgot everything she said to me. I would not admit this; however, and looked lovingly at my new drop spindle like it would eventually do that yarn-making thing again. RULE: always write down everything because you're gonna forget it.
I went BACK to Tactile the next day and made sure that I had more fiber to spin. This time, enough for a pair of socks. Pink. I don't own anything pink. More VISA time was exchanged.
So, I came home . . . tried it out a few times here and there and used up that little complimentary grey wool that I got with my DS. Today, I dug in my stash, and fou
The woman at Tactile said I would master this task in 7 hours. I'm about 6 1/2 hours in. My Friend did tell me I she probably did not mean 7 hours at ONCE. Maybe, tho.
2 comments:
How's the spinning? That spindle is awfully cute.
hehehe ;) you go girl! I have complete faith in you. now I'm off to play catch up on your blog posts. tundramor
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