I blame Debbie. Or Heather. Or the Ravelry spinning community, or any number of other enabling people. This is now occupying a corner of the living room.
I haven't used it yet, as I'm determined to finish spinning the big ball of roving I started on the hand spindle. But I've cleaned it, oiled it and set it up with a new drive belt. Now it's now waiting patiently to draw me in.
My co-worker, Debbie, bought it at a charity auction for about half its going price and has offered to sell it to me for the same. It's an Ashford Traveller double drive, for those who care about these things, slightly used I think, but its background is unclear.
I'm not in love with it yet. For one thing, I'm captivated by the low-tech simplicity of my hand spindle and its portability around the house. (No, I don't spin in public - that's just a little too weird, even for me.) I don't really want to get sucked into spinning more than I am at the moment, playing with the novelty of a little hand-toy that's really more like a yo-yo than a machine. Plus this particular wheel (and most of them) is a little kitchy-looking in my eyes - the turned spokes and legs, the Cinderella twee-ness of it.
I'll try it, and maybe I'll buy it, or maybe I'll give it back. Meanwhile I can't get that insipid Blood, Sweat and Tears song out of my head. And now it's in yours...
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