as long as i get revived on saturday mornings, it’s now the best time for me to get things done! if only the spinning group were on saturday morning i’d have a much better chance at actually getting there, rather than sunday evening!
last saturday morning i spent hours finding boiled linseed oil to pretty up the magical mystery wheel, and then even more hours trying to get the damned cap off the tin, which i never did. this morning i woke up determined, took a can opener to it, and poured it into a disposable plastic screw-top holder thingy. then i got to work on the wheel, thus:
i made the video to show the folks over at the antique spinning wheels group on ravelry. (hi, if you’re here from there !:) they’re the ones who pointed out to me that i have a gem here! i really do hope i can manage to take it to get seen by somebody at the local group tomorrow night---then can show me how to use it! it’s very portable; it’s me that isn’t :(
i realized yesterday that i somehow have acquired, willy-nilly and at random, an antique wheel, a spindle, and two looms (a rigid heddle and a four-harness leclerq table loom) all for very good to unbelievable deals. i bought a bunch of fiber to practice on. (i really want to do flax, but i think you have to learn on wool.) it seems i’m setting myself up to be a really truly fiber artist, doesn’t it, and yet, when asked, i still call myself a painter. i wonder what that’s about? at any rate, since i don’t ever actually do any of it, i think i must be nesting, for retirement.
in other news: linen change, laundry, blah blah.
eta: i finally located her first picture, in john and maryann’s antique shop, posted in october of 2005.
the fiber that was tied onto the distaff was truly nasty. people tell me i shouldn’t have thrown it away as it was flax, but i don’t remember it to be flax and anyway, if it was, it had gotten very nasty over the years. god knows where it had been, as it were. i think i threw it out, although it wouldn’t surprise me to find it still lurking somewhere around in a bag somewhere. but i really doubt it. nasty stuff.