I fell off the edge...

... and to be honest, I didn't even know there was a cliff nearby. I visited my aunt's yarn shop this last weekend, and the plan was to use a gift certificate my mom had given me for Christmas. I walked in, and what did I see but a load of very pretty spindles, just like the ones my friend Arleta showed me one day. These had in-laid woods, and you could spin top or downside with them, which I thought was pretty cool. So I thought, well, I'll give it a spin (haha), and see if I like it. I bought two rovings, a practice one and a green one for when I got good. Oh, all you spinners out there are laughing your arses off. I hear you.

I loved this spindle so much. I didn't know I would. The traveling sock was ignored so totally I left it at my Grandma's. I spun thick and chunky, then broke it off and tried for thinner, then got too thin, then thought about two- and three-plies. Somewhere in this thought process, it occurred to me that someone should write a book about how to use a spindle. I mean, I didn't have anyone showing me or anything. I was probably doing 800 things wrong. And, if you know me at all, I am all about the books. When I found out I was pregnant, someone should have bought extra stock in Borders. When my daughter was suspected of OCD or also awfullism (no fun), more books were bought on-line. (Can't shop in person so well now that I have three of the little darlins)

So then I was checking out blogs yesterday, and happened upon the Knitterguy. Huzzah! He was talking about a book on handspinning! This was so appropriately timed that I know it was meant to be. I do not stand in the way of cosmic events, and I do not question very much if life seems to be leading me in a certain direction. I was meant to do this, and it all started when I was 13, and picked up my first skein of yarn. I am a happy girl. (Oh, and thanks, mom, for helping things along. You're wonderful.)

Plus also, I can let the younguns use the spindle, and that is quite enjoyable. I will take pictures as soon as I replace my digital camera, which got broken when one child got upset because the other was trying to take pics of her in her panties. I did NOT get upset at the child who slapped the camera to the floor. Now, sadness, I can't even show you the beautiful spindle I bought, or the chunky purple and red yarn I am spinning, or how much I am looking forward to washing it. Yes, my yarn is overtwisted. I don't have any training. But I'm spinning up that green as soon as possible for some knitted wrist warmers. Too, too fun.