Since we know we’re moving in a year, we have a lot to get done. Packing will be a huge job, but before that will be getting rid of everything we don’t want. We keep saying what we don’t want is “mostly everything”, and that we’ll move down to Oregon (hello, my home state!) in a Zen-like moving van filled with nothing but clothes, a few books, and our meditation cushions. I’m trying to hold on to that dream, but stuff just keeps bubbling up.
My Schact ladybug spinning wheel came to me from Greg on my 40th birthday, and enjoyed two solid years of obsessive spinning until I realized that I wasn’t knitting much with anything I spun. I enjoyed the act of spinning, but once the yarn needed plying, soaking, and eventual use being made into something, I tended to wander off. My attention span is measured in millimeters.
Eventually, Greg moved the ladybug down to the basement about a year ago, and there it has lain, forlorn and unkempt, until last night when he brought it back up. I cleaned her off, took the old dusty wool off the bobbins, and went upstairs fishing through storage tubs until I found my old roving.
Would spinning feel the same? Would it still put me instantly into a state of serene bliss?
It did! It was kinda like riding a bike. I asked my hands and feet to do their thing, and they did.
My yarn wasn’t so hot, the consistency is way off. Thin parts and thick parts are intermingling in less-than-artistic ways. But that’s okay, it didn’t take me long to get good at this last time, hopefully I can find my way back quickly.
When Zoe was a puppy, she found my threader and chewed that sucker right up. But it still works!
I’d been wondering if I could take “spinning” off my list of hobbies, since I hadn’t done it in awhile, and wouldn’t it be nice to have more room on the moving truck? Too late. I’m sucked back in, this hobby is fun. I don’t think anyone with an anxiety disorder should be denied anything that relaxes them, and this falls under that category. Of course by that logic I could make a case for acquiring more puppies. Maybe a large harp. I might want to rethink this.
Either way, I think spinning is staying for awhile. I’ve been telling myself, “Just until I spin the last of my roving.” Sure. Right. I’ll just never buy roving again. This could work.