Way too much Fun-
I spent last night at a dinner / spinning party; it's the second one I’ve been to - and what a treat they are. Several of my spinning pals (my spinning mentors really) get together and have a delicious dinner & dessert, all prepared by our “hostess of the evening”. But the best part, besides the company, is after we’ve filled our bellies, with the yummiest of yum-yums, we retreat to a comfortable spot in the living room. There we spin, chit-chat, crochet, knit, talk fiber, or whatever - to our hearts content. I adore these evenings and look forward to my turn at being hostess ................... after our room addition, that is.

These evenings are filled with learning and spinning and fiber knowledge, which I treasure dearly. Since I'm one of the newbie’s in the group, I feel guilty I don’t have more to offer the others. I always seem to be at the receiving end of the lessons and information being discussed; all of which helps to better my skill as a spinner, so I'm grateful as can be. I hope, since I do continue to be invited back, that I am contributing something of value to someone, although I'm hard pressed to know what that might be. I love sharing with these women and adore their company. It is an absolute pleasure to spend an evening with them.

I absolutely love this circle of friends. Much like being a kid again, I look forward to our gatherings with anticipation similar to getting to see Santa coming down the chimney at Christmas. Lucky, lucky me!

Last night an analogy was made about how the “new generation” of spinners (newbie’s like me) are able to learn to spin on the Cadillac’s of wheels these days; much like learning to drive in an automatic luxury car before learning how to drive that ole stick shift of dad’s - that sat at the far end of the driveway for years, collecting dust and cob webs. With that analogy, I realize, I really missed out on an entirely different style of spinning altogether. It almost made me want to check out an old Saxony style single treadle wheel and tackle my way through to spin a hank of mohair………..I did say almost didn’t I? I love my traveling Lendrum and I don’t think I’ll be trading it in any time soon.

I had planned to spin the remainder of my, hand dyed, green silk, but accidentally left that bag at home. I'm anxious to get all the silk on a bobbin so I can ply my mohair-silk blend with the silk single – Mmm., mmm, mmm! I can’t wait.

We all had a little something different going on last night. Susie, a born teacher, was knitting a beautiful shawl out of the richest, softest looking, black cashmere, on those darn circular needles. I don’t think I’ll ever be skilled enough to do that.

Cary was spinning with her drop spindle, and working on the second sock; I don’t care who you are –those are adorable socks!

She also brought a sweater to show us that she wasn’t sure she was happy with. She made it from her very first spun yarn. How special is that? I think it looks fabulous!! Cary wouldn’t let me get a picture of her with it on – but trust me; it was to-die-for cute.

Laura, our hostess, was spinning up a storm on her Magicraft wheel – she really got a lot done. Spinning some of the most gorgeous fiber I’ve ever seen. It was a gift to her and apparently isn't available anymore. It's called Gaywool, (it's from Australia), and it’s a merino and kid mohair blend.
Isn't it stunning?

I ended up spinning some crosspatch; I saw for the first time, at the Olivas Adobe demo, a couple weeks back and instantly fell in love with it. It spins like a dream. I am loving this stuff.

Pretty soon I’m going to have to start plying I’m almost out of bobbins. YIKES!

What an absolutely wonderful evening we had -
Ahhhhh! Life is good; thank you ladies.
:D

Happy spinning all~