After having last week off from spinning class, I was back at Village Wools today for my third spinning class. We learned all about different fleece and what to do with them. I imagine it would be really satisfying to go from fleece to finished garment, but using the carders was a pain! Really. I scraped up my poor little hands. I’ll have to baby them with lotion from my Secret Pal. ‘Cause she sent me some, you know. ‘Cause she rocks.
By the end of class, I had a little bit of spun fiber on the spool of my spinning wheel. Um, notice how possessive I am? MY spinning wheel? Just a rental, girlfriend. Don’t get carried away.
Speaking of spinning, a few of the ladies in UNM’s English Department are considering careers in roller derby. It may just be a fantasy, but we’ve been working on our roller derby names: Dana GerZone, Martine Nevataluvya, Un-Karyn’, and yours truly, Bev-Rage. Toying with the team name, but the Rev (our manager) is fonda Sisters of Perpetual Misery. You didn’t know I was that tough, didja?
Back to my homework now. Roller derby seems like a better option…


Above is the Lendrum Wheel I’m renting. Below and left is my second bobbin of thread: spun throughout the week in short spurts of time. To the right is the bobbin spun last night while watching Titanic. I know, how cheesey can I be? I just love the scene when Rose is shivering and saying “I’ll never let go, Jack,” but meanwhile she’s prying Jack’s frozen, dead hands from the big ol’ wood door that in all honesty COULD have held them both. “I”ll never let go, Jack, ‘cept this once. Then I”ll never let go. Course, what will you know?” 



