I know, I know. Clever title, right?!
I love to spin. It is one of THE most relaxing things ever. I got a dear little Ashford Traditional about 3 years ago. Or 4? I forget. Anyhoo, it was my husband’s Christmas present to me, that I could pick out a spinning wheel. So I went on Craigslist, and lo and behold there she was. Just waiting for me to learn how to make wool into yarn.
We went that cold January evening to pick her up, and the sweet lady I bought her from gave me a few pointers, some wool to start with, and I was off!
That wool was a beautiful shade of turquoise, but was super greasy and scratchy. I didn’t know the difference though! I was happily learning how to treadle, draft, and all the other new things that spinning introduced me to.
In the last year, I have learned a new technique, najavo or chain plying. And it is a whole new kind of spinning delight. Three plies, looks lovely, and once you get the hang of it (thank you YouTube videos!) you feel like The Most Amazing and Talented Spinner Ever.
Lately I have completed spinning two braids. Most recently, a braid from a dyer on ravelry who is very talented. It is Navajo plied, and hasn’t been soaked and thwacked yet, but I’m thinking it turned out to be sport weight. 200 plus yards. It’s a lovely blend of merino/alpaca/silk/nylon and I’m not sure what else? Stripey goodness of purple, gray and cream.
Bad nighttime photo, here ya go: (and yes, that is a basket I dearly love in the background that looks like it’s knitted.)
Before I did this braid, I finished a skein of sock yarn (Merino/Nylon) that is also Navajo plied stripey goodness, and is from Two if by Hand, 352 yards, colorway “I’m Sorry.”. This may or may not be leaving my house to go to someone I really know would love it… but I shall have to see if I can bear to part with it.
As far as what I’m reading… it’s been a mishmash of things lately and I haven’t had loads of time. I am slowly making my way through this one though…and oh, it is speaking to my soul. It’s all about finding the layers of who God is.. and it’s reminding me that just because I have had an idea in my mind of who He is doesn’t mean I know Him.
Or that my idea is accurate.
She speaks of the grief of barrenness. Yes, I know this.
She speaks of the hard things about adoption. And the unexplainable joys of it. I know of this as well.
And what has swelled and burst the gates of my heart and the tears from my eyes is the thought that God. Is. Good. That He is who I can run to when it hurts. That He longs for me to come to Him first. And just as the author’s daughter ran away when stung by a jellyfish, so often I run away and hide when I am stung.
My heart longs for a deeper understanding of this Abba. My need for Him seems to grow exponentially each day as I attempt to parent and feel like I’m failing at it no matter what I do. But God. So good. So aching for me. More than ever I could for Him.
Mmmm. Good, good things to think on and chew on and mull over while I wash those dishes, sort that laundry, and especially drink that coffee.
Have any of you read this book? I’d love to hear your thoughts. = )