Wee while back, I got dizzy with my spindle and spun several mini skeins of very homespun single ply. Two of the mini skeins became a pair of booties for a baby, who is no longer a baby, and which, in fact never got gifted. They have spent the last few months languishing on my kitchen dresser. And, is so long ago now, I cant remember how I made them. Continue reading
I am sick, I’ve got an affliction, I’m under the weather, I’m not feeling the best. I’m a bit worse for wear. In fact, I think I might have caught a bug. There’s no medicine to cure me, no remedy, and as I’ve used up all the fibre I own, the outcome is bleak.
A month or two back, I bought a hand Spindle and some roving at the handmAid craft day in aid of Capuchin Day Centre for Homeless People on Saturday 14th of September. There it lay idle for a time. I had not the first notion of how to go about using my new top whorl drop spindle.
Spinning is an ancient craft used to create yarn and thread. Plant, animal and later synthetic fibres were drawn out and twisted together. Continue reading