Friday, June 30, 2006

Spinning wheel.

I've got yarn on the swift for the next baby blanket- yes, I was talked into it, but I'm going a log cabin instead of a big bad, lest I go barking mad.

Winding yarn is soothing, relaxing, contemplative if I just let my mind go. The gentle whoosh of the swift as it spins, the way the pale wood catches the light. It makes me wonder if spinning yarn would be as relaxing.

And then I tell myself to cut that line of thinking RIGHT the fuck out.


Blogger ana said...

Dude, I am thisclose to ordering a spindle and some roving, but I know it won't end there. Road to Ruin, dead ahead.

5:01 PM  
Blogger Matilda said...

If it helps, I will mock you---I mean, REALLY mock you---for taking that step further toward making sweaters out of sheep.

10:27 AM  
Blogger Matilda said...

Also, who the hell are you knitting a baby blanket for NOW? The number of spawning people you know is demographically improbable. And I was raised CATHOLIC, I remind you.

2:22 PM  

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