My new spinning wheel arrived last week. Yummy! It's a bit fussier than my Ashford Kiwi... but that's okay. Big sister, Kiwi, has welcomed the new arrival with open arms. Interesting that there are such personifications of the wheel parts... Mother-of-All, Maidens, Footmen, Lazy Kate - I do think of the two wheels as people. Linda wants to know... why do I like this spinning thing? I'm not really sure. I like the 'machine' aspect of the wheel - it's a technology born out of it's own beginnings of spinning rocks, hooked sticks and the drop spindle. Spinning is such an ancient craft. I always wonder, "how did those guys figure this out?" Spinning had to happen before any weaving, knitting, crocheting could ever have taken place. I feel the ancient when spinning. In 1796, flax growers in Ulster, Ireland were awarded spinning wheels as premiums for growing certain acreages of flax. Several of the award-ees were named Clendennin, one of my ancestral names.... were these my forbearers?.... spinners? Besides, a spinning wheel is the very stuff of FairyTales!
Bible Verse For a Virtuous Woman: "She selects wool and flax and works with eager hands." Proverbs 31:13