for a good price and "won" it. It's sat here for, I guess, quite a while (I don't want to even think about how long) and finally someone introduced me to a spinning teacher. I can't seem to get much beyond this, though:
I don't think at this point anyone would mistake me for Rumpelstiltskin, spinning straw into gold, or roving into something to knit anything but a bobbly hat with.
It's a lot more difficult than I had imagined. I need a serene environment in which to do this; otherwise, I get all tense around the shoulders. And serene environments are hard to come by these days, let me tell you.
Plus the roving tends to fly toward the wheel at lightning speed, compromising my tension. Ideally, it should spin smoothly, evenly, almost gossamer. But it rears away like a runaway horse, before I can feather it out. Ack!
Also, my spinning teacher is quite a talker, so just when I'm starting to concentrate, another story, requiring my input begins . . .
