Monday Funday

I started plying my spindle-spun Blackface and Corriedale wool blend singles with gold thread. I didn’t get very far, and I think it just might take forever, but I found a pattern for a shawl that might motivate me to follow through.


I accidentally made a bag when I learned to purl today. It’s pretty shapeless, but very purple.


I also spun a bit on the wheel, but I had a lot of trouble with over-spinning and no take-up. As soon as things were going smoothly, I stopped because I was tired, of course. I still made some progress.



Into the Labyrinth

It all started with a book. Ok, maybe not all started, but the spinning part anyway. (It truly all started with sock creatures, but that’s a story for another day. For now, let me tell you about the book.) Women’s Work: The First 20,000 Years sat on my shelf for about twenty years before I became interested in anything remotely domestic for the first time in my life (quilting, but that, too, is another thread in this story).


As someone with a background in classics, I knew there was such a thing as spinning, and that in the ancient world women did it all the time. I had no notion whatsoever what it actually was or what it involved—other than Schliemann‘s whorls (and I had no clue how those could possibly be used to spin yarn or thread, though apparently, neither did he).


Now I do. Researched and written by an experienced weaver, Women’s Work sets it all out in plain language, plain enough to inspire a nutty lapsed Latinist armed with nothing but intellectual curiosity to wander over to Etsy and buy a spindle and wool and then set out to learn how to spin from a book (Respect the Spindle, also excellent).

This is to be the story of my journey through the labyrinth that is fiber arts.