Do you remember two months ago, when I bought an antique spinning wheel?
Well, somehow, I found myself in possession of a second one.
(Really, Mom, it just followed me home.)
I've been trying to learn how to spin. A neighbor came over and kindly gave me a private spinning lesson, as well as some lovely yarn to practice with. Since that time, I've been plugging away, trying to figure out this ancient craft.
The spinning wheel is an incredible machine. It just wants to work. I'm merely along for the ride, at this point.
There's a convention when photographing hand-spun yarn, to include a coin in the photograph for scale. Since I'm such a rank beginner, I'm assigning no value to my yarn.