Posted in Observations of Life, Who am I?, tagged birthday, craft, fiber, fiber arts, fibre, fibre arts, gift, hobbies, hobby, lendrum, Life, Personal, present, spinning, spinning wheel, wool, yarn on April 13, 2010|
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So, what was all that fuss about? What is this Lendrum infatuation nonsense, you ask? I can imagine my non-spinning readers really have no idea what I’m so excited about, so I just have to take a moment to share. This is my Lendrum…
It has big knobs for easy adjustments…
And beautifully simple mechanisms…
And this nifty tattoo…
And why is a Lendrum a big deal? Well, because it takes a complicated tool and makes it as simple as possible, because it has a loop instead of hooks, because it spins so effortlessly, and because it simply caresses the yarn from my fingers. And because THIS is what my spinning looks like on a Lendrum…
How do you like THEM APPLES?!?
The fiber, if you’re wondering, is not from my shop. It’s some merino roving I picked up at MDSW last year from the lovely Dancing Leaf Farm — and very nice it is too!
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Posted in It happens to an Expat, Making our move, Observations of Life, Repatting, Who am I?, tagged Children, Family, fiber arts, husband, kids, knitting, Life, Love, Marriage, Personal, pub, relationships, self, spinning, wife on March 23, 2009|
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It started with a knitting group on Friday night — a chance to get away for a couple of hours, to sit amongst adults, with busy hands and lively chatter, and I thoroughly enjoyed it. I came home fresh and energised.
And though I would be up later that night three times with one child and twice with the other, it mattered not one jot to me. Because later that next day, I headed off across the city, with my wheel in the boot and the wind at my back, to sit in the company of other spinners — accomplished, inspiring fibre artists — and spin until I had… well, not my fill — I could have spun all night — but as long as I dared stay away from the chaos that I was sure was in full swing at home. But though I wrenched myself away early, I walked back to the car newly calm and feeling so empowered that I was almost high. And when I got home, I found — to my utter shock — a happy husband playing happy children, who never got their nap because, as it turned out, he was enjoying being with them. I glanced out the window to check that the Earth was still spinning on its axis.
And then he surprised me again: my mother would be arriving in an couple of hours and we — he and me — were going out to the pub, where we drank and chatted and laughed as if… as if we remembered who we were again. And I remembered that I really do enjoy his company — and realised how much I’d forgotten that. And I remembered that we are each other’s best friend.
For the first time in months, I felt like myself again. I felt like I knew who I was again. And just like that, I have hope and enthusiasm and energy — even through the kids playing up, even when I sat down to balance the bills against the bank account… Just like that, I feel like I can take on the world.
So if that is being myself again, then who have I been this past year? Who has M been? I don’t know, but I know I’d be glad to see the back of both of them. Because being in my own skin again this weekend just felt so good.
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