Huh.

Think I'll ever remember this was here?

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.