Be Careful What You Promise With Regards To Spinning Wheels

I swore I’d never buy one. Never. Ever.

I have yarn. A whole basement corner stuffed with cones and skeins and balls and bits. Why would I want to make more?

I’ve been very strong. When friends went on and on about how great spinning was, I smiled politely and reminded myself that as long as no raw wool entered my house, I was safe.

But this little one was sitting all by itself in the back corner of a church rummage sale. It was lonely and unloved - even the eBay pickers had shunned it.

I couldn’t leave it there. It was already mid morning. If I didn’t bring it home there is no telling what would happen to it. Besides, I still have no spinning fiber anywhere on my property. I was rescuing this little gal for purely aesthetic reasons. She’s beautiful.

Dear, I swear we won’t get sheep. Never. Ever.

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It’s an Ashford Traveller Single Drive in wonderful condition. Since I’m spinning ignorant, all I could do at the rummage sale was pump the foot pedal up and down. It moved the wheel. I can see how one would need to practice to get a good rhythm going. If I didn’t push the pedal just so, it would reverse direction.

ashford traveller spinning wheel with sunset shadow