Spinning

Today was a rather typical day around here. Breakfast, play, work, lunch, play, run to a spinning class etc. The spinning class is not the kind that you participate in at the gym. This is a class where you make fiber (wool) into yarn and then can knit or crochet with the end product. Cool huh? Tavia ,my eight year old, seems to think so.

She sat with a lady about her grandmother's age who taught her how to spin with a drop-spindle. The lady, Elizabeth, also informed Tavia that she would need a smaller, more balanced spindle. That is all Tavia needed to hear. Now she can go spend more of my money.

It never ceases to amaze me the conversations that can come about when a group of women get together. This group of spinsters (yes, that is the proper term for a lady that spins fiber) was no different. I expected to hear about who was spinning what types of fiber and other information about yarn making, but it didn't end there. There was an in depth conversation about hurricanes and the shade of green that the clouds become when one is near. One lady described it as "evil personified in a cloud" WOW, that is heavy stuff. They talked about the diets that each lady was trying out. At this point, I jumped in on the conversation and stated that we are all always on some kind of diet. Mine at this point is called "my kids only eat peanut butter sandwiches" diet.  All in all the afternoon was very enjoyable and Tavia is eager to go back.

So as to not leave out the little people in my life, Audra slept through the entire spinning class while Nelle and Malaki played with their cousins. After much wailingg and gnashing of teeth, (because it is so much fun playing at someone else's house) we headed home.