Okay, so any of you who have read my blog may have ascertained that I
am the most clumsy doofus on the face of the planet am not always graceful. I’m excel at spilling and dropping things. Logic should then dictate that using a “drop” spindle should be a snap for me. That would be the case if a drop spindle were actually meant to be dropped.
Well, drop it I did… repeatedly. The last fall was quite gruesome. The brass hook bent and cracked the wood on both sides of the tip. I find no fault in the craftsmanship or quality of this once lovely item. It was sturdy, well-balanced, beautiful… everything a spindle should be. My theory is that the name “drop spindle” embedded itself deep within my subliminal consciousness, which took the name literally, therefore dredging up every last bit of clumsiness in my being and thus causing my hands to refuse to hold onto the darned thing.
Therefore, I would like to start a grass roots movement to rename the drop spindle. The new name should be “keep them spinning while never letting them actually touch the ground” spindles.
The good news is that prior to its demise I was able to ply some of the singles
and I am really pleased at how the colors came out.
This yarn was combined with some handspun Cindy gave me last year to make this short little green sock.
Cindy’s yarn is the darker of the two colors. I’m hoping that by combining the two yarns that I’ll be able to squeeze 4 socks out of this roving. That’s assuming I can find a drop spindle durable enough to live up to its name.