there’s good karma, and then there’s this.

I remember, very clearly, a time a couple of years back when a few of my favourite knitting bloggers suddenly began to post about spinning. “Spinning,” I said to myself, “That’s ridiculous. It takes forever, and you could just buy yarn. What a useless skill.”

By last summer, the idea of spinning had at least grown on me. I sort of thought it might be fun to learn how to drop spindle. Like, just to see how spinning worked. And it was kind of awesome. But I wasn’t going to get a wheel or anything.

Except that, about three weeks ago, I got a text from a good friend of mine. We have knitting in common, and she knows that I’ve been learning to spin, and as luck would have it, her mom has been trying to get a relative’s spinning wheel out of her basement for a few years now. She wanted to know if I would be interested in it.

So, yeah. I lucked into a free wheel.

I am absolutely giddy with excitement, but to be honest, I am a little terrified of this thing. There are lots of moving parts, and I have been assured that it is a complete working wheel, but I do not understand how someone could make that thing spin yarn. Laura promised that she’d come over and show me how it works, and I’m sure it’ll be less frightening after that.