For every revolution of the wheel spins peace, goodwill and love. I see God in every thread that I draw on the spinning wheel.
Turkish Spindle SpinningIn my blog, I tell the story of my entry into crochet at age seven, and an upcoming post will tell the odd, delayed gratification story of my learning to spin. What’s important to know here is that, at the time, I’d never felt more driven to learn a craft (it was actually kind of spooky), and spinning remains the foundation and inspiration for everything I create.
I feel very fortunate to own two spinning wheels - a good spinning wheel is an expensive piece of equipment. For this reason, and for the sake of portability, I really wanted to love spindle spinning, but I just could not.
I know, initially, I was just too enamored of my wheel to give the spindle a fair spin, but, as time went on, I kept trying (many different types) but there were never any sparks.
Then, while searching for something entirely unrelated on YouTube (I think that’s when you know it’s destined), up popped a Turkish Spindle demonstration, and I was off. A spindle that produces gorgeous center-pull balls? Um, yes please!
That same day, on Pinterest, I saw a ”turk” that some clever person had made from five lovely, de-barked branches, and, feeling far too frenzied for that kind of effort, I ran to my kitchen and fetched some chopsticks. You can’t believe how well this crazy, little contraption spun! There was no looking back from there.
I will happily demonstrate wheel spinning to anyone interested, but I teach Turkish Spindle spinning - IT’S. SO. MUCH. FUN.
Book an hour or two with me in the studio, and you’ll be off and spinning.