The tao of spinning (and other life lessons)
(Huge clump of Peony root, to be divided and replanted)
That evening I went over to Alexandra's house to do a little spinning. I had a blast. She started pulling out bag after bag of wool, alpaca, whole fleeces, top, roving. I was literally surrounded by fiber. She had a huge basket of yarn, some store bought, some she had spun herself, some so soft you wanted to roll around in it. Then she cracked out the Babe. A crazy wheel made from PVC pipe and a wheelchair wheel. It looks like ass, but it spins great! I had my sad little CD spindle and was once again trying my hand at spinning. Alexandra took out a huge ball of top roving and told me to pull off a section. I was pulling like crazy and it would not break. She said I was pulling too hard. That if I loosened my grip and tugged gently, the fibers would slide apart and the piece would give. That's why I was having trouble with my drafting. I was pulling too hard, and the fibers wouldn't give.
So I'm off to a new job, in a new city. I have know idea what to expect or where my life is heading next.
Maybe I'll try loosening my grip and see what gives.