Well, folks, I have been avoiding making a christmas list this year. I say this because my hubby says that when I put things off the way I do, it is because I am avoiding them…whatever. Anyhoo, when I allow my mind to drift to what I would like to have for Christmas this year, along with a couple skeins of Trekking XXL, floating through my brain is, of all things, a spinning wheel. Of course, this idea evaporates like a vapor when my logic brain starts talking: “Are you mad? You don’t have room for a spinning wheel in your tee-niny house, the yarn stash is, shall we say, spilling over into areas not meant for yarn, and not to mention, where is time? You already have too much going on! You have 5 kids and a sick husband, for heaven’s sake! Besides that, Miss Prissypants, people who spin all that beautiful yarn you see are talented and maticulous and you are neither. ” Such is the awful banter of that nasty little critic. Coupled with the fear that this will be just another craft that I pick up and then drop like a hot potato when I figure out that it is too much trouble to be fun, it’s a wonder that the spinning wheel continues to linger. I have some favorite bloggers who spin: Maia, Eunny, Stephanie, et al. They all speak of it as a zen kind of thing, a peaceful escape…and that’s what I need, a peaceful escape. Fortunately, (or unfortunately)my lys, Shuttles, Needles and Hooks, sells spinning wheels and supplies, so I am assuming someone there can spin and talk to me about what is involved and whether or not I can afford it (not likely).
So I think I’ll make a little side trip to the shop on my way to pick up more humble pie at Trader Joe’s. Now, yarn shop before or after?…before, definately before.