I think about fiber all the time. I think about things to do with it. Can I make this into a doll? What kind of hat would this create? Can I spin that? I wonder if food coloring would make that a brilliant purple if I dyed it right… Yeah. All. The. Time. I keep myself up at night thinking about fiber. I dream about fiber. I really like the smell of fresh wool fibers. My bunny Priscilla even has a neat woolly smell to her. Fiber. Yeah.
Yesterday I found myself at Kiddo’s open house… with Priscilla’s fluffy fur hanging off my jeans. No big deal. I’m like a painter with paint on her hands. In my case it’s just wool… er… angora. I wonder if anyone noticed. I don’t think I care either way. It gave me a much needed chuckle. I’m still sore after our (stupid yet fun) 24 mile bike ride the other day. The chuckle was a welcomed relief from my legs screaming at me to be chopped off at the hip.
My new (to me) spinning wheel found its way to my house yesterday too. It took a few minutes to figure out how to work it, and this YouTube video made it much easier. That’s the wheel I bought, by the way. It’s lovely and spins like a dream. While I was spinning, it got me to thinking about how things just kind of spin (see what I did there?) together to work out somehow.
Somehow I was able to find a beautiful rabbit and wheel for less than what I would have spent on just a new wheel. I’m saving money on my goals. This is really exciting for me, because I’m able to see the next step. Progress. I feel like this journey is a wonderful lesson in patience and determination. Also I need to work my butt off. No more slacking. No more procrastination. No more going to bed super early just because. Somehow the Universe is providing me with what I need, and I’m so grateful, humbled, inspired. It’s a great feeling, really.
Spinning is something that found me. I’ve never aspired to spin. Just something else that’s too hard and would take up too much room and any other excuse that could pop into my head. In spending these past few months with my spindle and now yesterday’s spinning on the wheel, I’ve come to realize that I need to spin. It’s so very soothing. It kind of drones out the world for a little bit. My kids are acting up and getting on my nerves? Sit down with that drop spindle for a few minutes and relax, while working that beautiful fiber through my hands. Create beautiful yarn. Create something from nothing. It’s amazing. I can’t wait to get some actual finished yarn, so I can crochet it up into something wonderful.
So yeah. I think about fiber quite a bit. Apparently this is becoming my life. Working with fiber is my happy place, and I’m beyond fortunate to be able to spend my days doing what I love. Very cool, Universe. Very cool.