This is my very first bobbin full of… uhm… what do you call mangled fiber that is not quite yarn? This bobbin is underspun, overspun, thick and thin, different fibers spun different ways just to see what’s what. It is breaks and slubs and oops and ahh. If you look closely, you might even glimpse an ‘aha!’, though it disappears in the wink of an eye.
The second bobbin is another story. It starts out thick, and gradually thins out to what I guess is my ‘normal’ for right now. I’m going to spin up all of my gray fiber before I move on to my prettily colored combed stuff.
I’m embarrassed to say that I fully expected, in my heart if not in my head, to step up to my wheel and suddenly be able to spin.* I’ve been able to knit and crochet for so long that it just seemed like the next logical step. Easy peasy! Except, spinning is a skill. Like every skill worth knowing, this one is going to take some time. So, baby steps. I’ll let y’all know when I get somewhere. RIght now, Emma doesn’t want to go into her higher gear and becomes recalcitrant when I put her there. We’ll sort it out eventually, I’m sure.
She’s so pretty that I can’t stay mad for long.
* Yes, I’m that bright.