I will not spin on a bike.
I will not spin on a wheel.
I will not spin a yarn.
I squeal, I squeal, I squeal.
I was determined NOT to get drawn into spinning.
There are many things I have been determined not to do: quit in the middle of a marathon and hop the bus to the finish, gain back the 100+ pounds I lost on a liquid diet, take in a dog, have more than 1 cat at a time, write a blog, take after my mother … (you can see where this is going, can’t you?)
You’d think I’d have learned that my determination NOT to do something is a challenge to the universe – and that the universe is bigger and it always wins.
I found Picasso’s Moon through a friend who was intrigued by the idea of spinning – on a wheel, not a bike. I’d been knitting for just a little while, and we’d been looking for a LYS where we felt comfortable.
Yes. Picasso’s Moon was it.
Cheeko heard about the store from a friend of Kim Perkins (of Batts in the Belfry and Elysian Fields). We’d just come from the courthouse where her divorce was finalized and she planned the visit as a celebration. I was adamant I was going to stick to just knitting. I didn’t think I could afford the extra expense of roving and a wheel.
I was slowly drafted into it. I started spinning on a spindle. Cheap and portable.
I ended up with a restored wheel, bought on layaway. Yes, laid away at my house because Debra is that kind of person. She told me she needed the room in the store.
And now? I have a wall in my living room specifically designed for showing off my spun yarn. Art yarn. I wonder what I’ll decide NOT to do next.