Winter, the temperatures are below zero and the snow is over a foot deep, time to get out the spinning wheel and the lovely raw angora fiber I’ve been saving all year. Spinning fiber into yarn is a very relaxing and, for me, therapeutic activity. The clack of the wheel, rhythmic pushing of the foot pedal, and endless adding on of new strands of fiber to the twist of yarn in my hand sends me into a sort of hypnotic trance. I can feel my blood pressure lowering and my stress hormones melting away.
Here’s a shot of my spinning wheel, work bag, some gray fiber loaded on the wheel and my old cat, Rusty, who loved to hide in paper sacks. When I get a chance, I’ll take some more photos of the spinning process and do another post on spinning.