Whatever happens to strike my fancy, but surely some sort of fiber content.
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Speaking of gifts, something is on it's way ... it screamed out your name. Well, actually, it screamed out Priss's name. Might be a few weeks....
Okay, I want to see pictures of:
Bess Dear, would you consider a Canadian Rockies vacation so you could teach me to spin? There spinners 'round here, grant it, but it would be so much more fun to learn from you! Subscribe to Post Comments [Atom] Tuesday, March 07, 2006 This page is actually blank. No words appear on it. You are imagining everything you see. If you don't believe me, ask someone else to take a look. Get them to read it out to you. If they seem to say the same words that you think you have just read, it only proves that you are hearing things as well as seeing things! Well of course, really, it proves no such thing. But it does help me to make an important point. You sorely need to stop doubting yourself. You know what's real and right and why. Trust that today. Jupiter and Mercury have now changed direction. You can change direction too. I’m not sure what I am supposed to be doubting, unless it is that I doubt I’ll ever get back to my goal weight - but I know that’s not true - that’s sulking. I am certainly not doubting how happy I am with the spinning class handouts. The photos that GD took are just right. I wish we’d taken one or two more - and I may try to arrange more, if there is time, before April. But then, the April class is shorter so there would be less time to demonstrate anything. Then AGAIN the March class is longer so I can demonstrate and they may not need handouts, whereas the short class might need bulked up information. It’s moot anyway. I am not trying to write the book on how to spin. I’m sure Alden Amos has already done it and so has ... hmmm... Lee Ravin? with SpinIt. What I am trying to do is to send my students home with just enough information to prompt their memories when they are alone and trying to remember what I said in class. That was what I missed the most when I first took up drop spindle and wool. The nice lady at MS&W gave me a one moment demonstration - but her real job there was to sell her goods & wares. I didn’t buy a book. I didn’t buy a video. I was still recuperating from the allergy attack from hell. I was on the phone to TheWoolery by Monday afternoon. So I want my students to have me by their side while we walk through the baby steps of spinning and to have just enough reminders - with photos - to help them go through those steps again when they get home and stand, lonely, fuzzy-headed and wondering why they ever threw away $ on a stupid drop spindle anyway. I will have included a solid bibliography in the little booklet so they can get more information when they are ready for it - when their hands have begun to learn the movements and when they begin to drool at the thought of: What about merino and angora blends? What about silk? What about glittery stuff? I’ll also encourage them to pester their public libraries for good collections and broad selections. You all know about my No Fiber for 2006 vow. It’s March and I’ve been very good about keeping it. In fact, there’s nothing to brag about, because I’ve had only the smallest of shopping urges in the past 2 months. No virtue in not wanting what you don’t want. But I did leave the small loophole called Gifts open last January. Nothing in the vow about not accepting gifts of fiber. And this weekend, some precious girlfriends gave me fiber. I have a shopping bag full of handpainted rovings, carded blends, interesting fibers. Their colors spill out of the bag like so much laughter. I am saving one braid of handpainted fiber for a special moment, but I have already begun playing with the rest. Using my Golding spindle I’ve got the most interesting red and blue and white yarn growing into what might be some sock yarn. We shall see. But I am enjoying new stuff. I have decided to skip WW tonight. I already know I’ve sinned. The scale has pointed it’s cruel finger at my guilt. I just don’t feel like admitting it to anyone else tonight. I will, instead, go to the gym, go to the grocery store and restock the larder, and begin again - which is the fate of the weight challenged and always has been. Resignation is never so easy as when it is your only alternative. Besides - if the planets can change direction - well - so can I. posted by Bess | 7:28 AM |
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