Today being Saturday and all, I get to spend a few hours on the BFJ–my Kaffe Fassett Big Flower Jacket. Love of my life, millstone around my neck.When one is knitting-deprived, even a chenille death spiral of intarsia sounds like fun. I’m looking forward to it.
At the moment I’m strapped for time to do my Number 1 hobby, so I’m not exactly looking for a new hobby. But Rhinebeck is lumbering into view–four weeks from today those gates will be opening–and with it, my annual temptation to take up spinning. The combination of sheep and fleeces, batts and rovings and tops and hankies, handcrafted wheels, and people sitting around blissing out while spinning– it’s all too much for some susceptible souls. They become spinners.
Spinning is an ancient art. The basis for all the fiber arts is the creation of thread. The tools are lovely. The rhythm is entrancing. And I still don’t want to do it. I want other people, who do it so well, to do it for me.
But someone who really knows about spinning recently published a book about it. For those heading out into fiber festivals this season (for example, the Finger Lakes Festival this very weekend), if you think there is a chance you will come home with a spinning wheel (or maybe you have two wheels and a live sheep in the back of your car right now), I have a book for you:
Yarnitecture, by Jillian Moreno.
Jillian has forgotten more about spinning than most people will ever know. She’s funny, thorough and a straight talker. If I ever decide to learn to spin, I will place myself in her capable hands. The book also has twelve knitting patterns that showcase the beauty of handspun yarns, so there’s something for us fantasy league spinners, too.
Spinners, what other resources–books or otherwise–would you recommend to novice spinners?
I’ll leave that question there, and wish everyone a happy weekend.