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Wednesday November 29, 2006
One step closer to a niddy noddy of my very own
Another great day.
Meeting and lunch in Oxford, followed by an excursion to Winslow (famous for its Boy?). I spotted 12 thatched roofs just driving up the high street. Why was I there? To collect my very own spinning wheel, at last, purchased through eBay.
Having got it home, it seems to be in very nice condition and. (I finally got round to doing some treadling after remote encouragement from Alison), it has a very smooth action. I think there may be a little spring missing from the scotch tensioner, but these fall off very easily and I think are equally easily replaced; however, until I get more experience I am not really sure what I'm talking about....!
Darren, the extremely pleasant seller, is a very genuine chap who seems to have had a middle aged woman's craft possessions explode all over his house. [A friend emigrated, apparently, and I only surmise the age as I cannot believe anyone younger could have collected such stuff]. Thus weakened by the sight of quite such a large bag of knitting needles outside of my own house, and unable to resist, I also purchased a lace pillow and some bobbins; there were only 13 bobbins which is strange as they are used in even numbers, but I think it was a good bargain for me, nonetheless.
Darren also pressed upon me a motley collection of fleeces (small quantites I hasten to say) which I have yet to explore, plus a jumbo flyer and a pair of carders.
It would be nice to spend the weekend playing with my wheel, but we
are off to France again so I will have to contain my enthusiasm. Even
without that, I still have a lot of other stuff to do for Christmas, if
nothing else. I was pleased that not only did I get a good head start
on Sunday by making two Christmas Puddings, a Dundee cake, (three french
hens, two calling birds) and the mincemeat, but I discovered through that
educational "every day story of country folk" on the radio that it was
actually "stir up Sunday" so I was being thoroughly traditional to boot.
Posted by Christina at 10:41 PM. Category: Spinning, Dying, Weaving
