I was introduced to the wide world of spinning a number of years ago by way of the drop spindle. A friend of ours made several and used them to teach spinning. Which is really to say fish them in, or maybe that was just me. But anyway, I spent a Saturday in a park learning to create clunky, thick thin crazy sorta yarn that wasn’t particularly pretty or even useful. And I learned why the call it a drop spindle. If ever you’ve used one you know what I mean. And if you haven’t, well, try it sometime and you’ll figure it out in a hurry. And of course a seed was planted.
Several years and several attempts to convince myself I didn’t have room for a spinning wheel (stop laughing) one last weekend of trying to spin with the less than perfect spindles I made myself I decided to take the leap to the wheel and thought I’d never look back. I knew to appreciate the spindle for what it taught me before I went to a wheel. The transition was easier for knowing how to draft and having a general idea of what the finished product would be.
So then last summer facing another long weekend far far away without my wheel to keep me busy at a reenactment, I caved to peer pressure and bought a spindle. Get a GOOD one, she said. THIS kind she pushed. If you don’t love it I’ll buy it from you, she promised. So I caved. And I bought my first big girl spindle from Houndesign Darvish
And I decided spindles might not be so bad. Because it turns out that the knowledge I gained on the wheel made transitioning to a spindle a snap! And while it will never be as efficient as spinning on a wheel sometimes it’s relaxing and, well, different, which is nice. So then this happened
That one’s a Spindlewood square in purple heart. Turns out I have a real weakness for purple heart… And the square is a beautiful spinner, too, and a completely different feel to the first big girl spindle. Which may have lead to a spindle for my In Case of Emergency Jar in my office. A Kundert this time. Amazingly handy to have an emergency spindle and fiber stash at my desk. I can’t believe I didn’t think of it sooner
And I may have added an Ann Grout turnip which I don’t have a picture of but you can see here. It’s my first supported (like how I say first. I bet you can guess what that means) and it’s really sort of fun if not a bit tricksy with cats.
And then there’s the Turkish from Subterranean Woodworks that is so so pretty. And addictive. The photos shamelessly stolen from my Etsy receipt because I never managed to take one but I do love this little guy
So much that I’ve ordered another Turkish from Jeri Brock Woodwoorks… Custom. With canons carved in the arms. I can’t wait to see what she does with that! And while I wait I find myself scouring the Ravelry boards looking for destashes. I want a Golding. And maybe a… I dunno, but I’m sure something will catch my eye. Because much like spinning wheels, it turns out spindles breed like bunnies. And I’m totally OK with that.