The spinning looked so meditative. Watching those wheels turn was something akin to watching a fire burn in a fireplace... And the fibers that were being spun were just beautiful. I must have come home just bubbling over with descriptions of the process. And the next month on my birthday, my better half surprised me with an Ashford Kiwi.
|Wavy blue thick and thins|
|First handspun finished object|
For my little friend Charlie
So slowly, I'm learning by trial and error. We'll see how things progress and maybe someday if I see another spinner in the flesh who is able to watch what I am actually doing, and I'll learn to improve the process.
In the meantime, three cheers for new found hobbies and husbands who are patient enough to listen to stories about things that are of interest to only their spouses. You never know when the two might intersect.