Prolly not.
Okay so I packed a drop spindle and some locks and drove from Texas to Vegas a couple of weeks ago and did ABSOLUTELY NO SPINNING.
Turns out, when you're in piercing classes morning to night and networking before, during, and after, it doesn't leave a lot of time for peaceful, in-room spinning! Go figure! Ha!
So then I proceeded to leave the wheel with its big glob of cat-rearranged milk sitting untouched in the baby's room, and the spindle in my bag. I figured, man, I haven't even unpacked yet. There will always be time for spinning laaaaater.
Well LATER IS NOW. At least for a bit! Instead of being responsible and getting a jump on some of the chores that would be harder to do at home, I whipped that little spindle out at work and finally wrestled my way through some locks.
Dude, I hate locks.
So much.
I will stick to batts and rovings for a while, methinks.
On the upside, a friend of mine who my husband and I taught to spin years ago is visiting Thursday, if I am not mistaken, and she's bringing her brand new Kromski wheel! We'll spend the day hanging out and being a coupla Kromski babe's, draping yarn suggestively onto our pulsing, spinning bobbins. Oh yes.
