Last night when I finally made it over to B’s I finally ripped open the boxes to revel in the glory of owning a spinning wheel and to check out all my cool little extras. Behold.
- 1 unassembled wheel with a full set of extra little pieces
- 2 extra drive bands
- 5 bobbins
- 4 oz of roving
- 1 bottle of lube (heh heh. lube.)
A couple hours later after a few wax hand jobs, some vigorous buffing and following the instructions with the utmost of care, I had a completely waxed and assembled spinning wheel thanks to the help of B (Help as in he kept doing most of it and I was a little pissy about it because I wanted to do it. He called it a “conflict over the same interest” as we both like to build things. But honestly, I really did appreciate his help.) I was tired and excited (and no longer full of chik-fil-a) and jumped the gun and tried to start spinning without trying to get to know my wheel. I made a little bit of yarn, but not much. It was kind of like trying to have sex on the first date without any foreplay and then prematurely ejaculating (hypothetically!). Anyway, I need to work on my foreplay.
B even sat down and treadled on the wheel for a bit. He said it was for “research” and because he wanted to test out what he built.? He said he wasn’t going to make any yarn. Personally, I think it’s just a matter of time.