My dad has spent months making it. We had a discussion at Christmas about the feasibility of making a spinning wheel but plans were very few and far between. So, he went away and had a think about it and he came up with a plan by looking at pictures of other wheels. And then he made it. Just like that. Out of some Sheoak floorboards, a spinning wheel was born.
It arrived yesterday and it is a magnificent thing. We set it all up and I was about to start spinning but then realised that my parents had driven 2 hours to bring it to me so perhaps they would like a cup of tea. Then we had morning tea and then lunch.
|My son teaching |
himself to spin
After lunch and after hearty thank you’s and good byes were said it was my turn. My son showed me his spinning. It was good, really good. This wheel must make the whole process so easy so I was filled with excitement. 3 hours later his spinning was still better than mine and I was in no mood to listen to ‘instructions’ from someone who, 4 hours earlier had never spun on a wheel before.
It’s all coming together though and I was extraordinarily pleased with the progress I was making and I couldn’t be happier. Well, I’ll be happier when my spinning is better than my sons but other than that it’s a glorious birthday present. One of the best I have ever received.* Now I just have to come up with a name for her. I'm thinking of 'Evangeline' - Evie for short.
*Apologies to anyone who has ever given me a birthday present. This is in no way meant to imply that your present may have been inferior in any way or that it was not appreciated & cherished.