Tuesday, March 7, 2017


I sat down yesterday at my spinning wheel and before I realized it, three hours had gone by.  Isn't that the best feeling in the world? When you're that absorbed by something and you just can't even tell time is passing?  I am in constant pursuit of that feeling, I think.  It's such a treat.  I filled two bobbins with Buttercup's fleece, and am letting it hang out there as singles for a day, to set the twist.  By the way, spinning:  I am such a total and complete novice at this beautiful craft, and I have only the most rudimentary understanding of any of it, but wow, it is so much fun.  It is such a comfort, the repetitive treadling while soft fibers pass clumsily through my fingers.  I love love love it.  I don't know why I wait so long in between times, and why Buttercup's fleece is still such a gigantic basket full of fiber that has not become diminished in any way, despite so many hours of working with it, but that seems to be the magic of fleece. It never becomes gone, at least I've never seen it happen.  Why, as Doc has wondered, does the world need more than just the one sheep? A single fleece lasts me forever.  Buttercup, you may recall, was one of my dear friend Debbie's cherished flock of adopted orphans, and nobody knew anything about her, so her breed is a mystery.  I don't know anything about fleece yet, either, so I can't even make a guess.  The fleece is white, and it's as soft and weightless as fog.  I've been enjoying Sarah's Fibertrek podcast (which, by the way, just might make you start knitting monogamously, and also in all gray) and have  learned a few things about fleece and spinning through watching her that have eluded me up until now.  Actually, I think there are some things about spinning--don't even mention "grist"--that may elude me permanently (repeatedly I look up "grist" and try to understand it, and Doc of course understands it immediately, but I just feel my brain go dead and skip down the paragraphs looking for where the fun words start up again.  Much like photography, and "aperture".  I can't.  I can't!) but yesterday I looked down at the prepared fleece funneling out of the basket and into my lap and went "Oh!  This has been carded!  It is ready for me to spin it "woolen"!  Which, happily, is what I've been instinctively doing with it!"  Lucky break, that.  It was nice to have that lightbulb go on.  I'm getting closer, but as with all new things, there is so much more to know.  Photos on a gray day of bobbins full of spun singles are blurry and dull, so here's Catdog for you instead.  She knows exactly how to spend a slow, rainy morning.  She opened her eyes briefly, between snores, to say hello.  


  1. I am glad you are enjoying spinning and time passes by easily. I know what you mean by how wonderful it is when you are immersed in something that time passes quickly, I love that too!

  2. Fun! I'm so glad you're enjoying spinning so much. That's how I feel with my knitting. I get so absorbed and before I know it, time has passed. Lots of time.

  3. gorgeous Catdog!
    i have had a go at spinning, just a little & i want to learn more! i don't own a spinning wheel yet
    glad to see you are getting enjoyment out of yours!
    thanx for sharing

  4. I'm wondering if there is something you dont know to do....
    what a talented person! evi

  5. Lovely post !
    I don't know a thing about spinning, but love the idea of it - what a wonderful craft. In fact, I'm new at knitting altogether and thought I'd begin by knitting your tea towel - the checkered one with the crocheted edge. Somehow found your blog by looking for a good beginner project.
    How exciting the day will be when I can knit a sweater as beautifully as you although looking as good in it as you do is another thing all together : )

    Thank you for the inspiration