Saturday was the annual pilgrimage to Rhinebeck, NY. I had my trusty festival buddy, Miss Kat, along for the ride this year. The weather was beautiful, the wool fumes intoxicating, and it always feels like being home amongst my kind. Nowhere else can you wander up to someone, touch their knitwear and compliment/question it. It is a tactile persons heaven, though it can be a tad overwhelming at times. Its become extremely crowded, making it difficult to see and touch all the things, but I wouldn’t miss it for the world.
I went this year to deliver my Hansen MiniSpinner to Jessalu as it and I just never made good friends. I liked spinning on it, but sadly, the motor would overheat and shut down with my style of plying. Not a problem I have on the Womack so it was time to move it along. Jess was in the market, I was ready to sell, so the stars alined. Which they truly did because as she was texting me that she’d arrived at the fairgrounds and was at the gate, I was yelling her name as I too approached the gate. Serendipity indeed!
Other than the delivery, my shopping list was small, and honestly not much of a list. I was finally going to get the spinning chair from Norm Hall that I bought from him at the fair last year. I wanted some fiber from Cris, wanted to see what Loop had (conveniently right across from Cris), and wanted a sweaters worth of some crisp fiber to spin something else from A Fine Fleece now that Fylingdales is well under way. Okay so I got those things, and some Fiber Optic, a new spindle from the Bosworths, and a new wheel.
There. I said it. Yet another wheel. I had been wandering through a barn, happened on the Robin Wheel booth and asked if I could try it. I’ve never been a big fan of bobbin-lead but then my exposure has been relatively limited. I tried I think 3 of them in all these years of
wheeling and dealing spinning, the last one being a Babe Pinkie. Not exactly some of the smoothest spinners out there. So anyway, I decided to give these beautiful wheels a shot figuring it might just be a better experience, after all, others I know and respect love them. I sat and spun. And spun. And spun. Then I decided I wanted one to discover there were two available for sale: one in cherry and another in black walnut. I had trouble deciding which I wanted, cherry would match all the other cherry, but since the Van Eaton left, there is no black walnut (other than maybe the accent on the Schacht). Angela, who was booth helping for Gil, suggested the only logical thing, try them both. So I did. And I spun. And spun. And spun. Swapped wheels. Repeat. Repeat again. I decided on the Walnut because it is different from the others in the herd in more than one way.
I spent Saturday evening trying her out with a Loop batt while watching the Red Sox beat the Tigers and move onto the WORLD SERIES!
She spins very nicely and I can spin my standard thickness (or lack thereof) without fighting the bobbin lead! Nice. Opens up a whole new avenue for the collection
I’m going to have to keep up the quest for the travel wheel because I just lost the last one I acquired for that purpose:
That’s little miss tucked between the end of her bunk bed and dresser (smallest spot in the room) with
my Joy spinning away on some of the Falkland batt I bought her from Cris. Saturday evening after we got home and unloaded the car, she pulled out her spindle and the fiber and started to go. But had little success, getting terribly upset, and maybe a little mad. She hasn’t spun since June and the bash at the Goldings, so no surprise that she was having trouble. Add in that she was trying a merino/silk blend iirc and a new spindle. I knew that she’s got the spinning action down so I suggested that she try a wheel again. So she did. And spun. And spun I found her like this Sunday evening before bed. No spinning last night but she went to sleep at 6 complaining of a headache. Poor smidgen.
I can’t tell you how happy it makes me that my kids are spinning. For one, it will give us something to share, some common ground that hopefully will pull us together as they grow up. Kat and I spent a while Saturday night, sitting side by side, spinning on our wheels. It also means that my herd will be recognized for what they are, what they are worth and appreciated. Kat’s goal at this point is to practice enough to be able to spin on <gasp> on of the Goldings