I have returned from my first spinning lesson exhausted. Why? Maybe the unusual level of concentration deployed. Or, just possibly, from being in a social situation (as we well know, I find mingling difficult - I should have been a hermit by profession.) Most likely the combination of the two.
It was fun. A pleasant change. And quite challenging but with a definite glimmer of “this’ll be alright once I get the hang of it” about it. I can see that spinning will be very soothing once it reaches the almost-mindless stage. For the time being, it is akin to learning to drive or to patting one’s head whilst rubbing one’s tummy. Coordination was never my strong suit.
Lesson one involved dry pedaling - to get the feel of the treadle which, as far as I am concerned, keeps insisting on going the wrong way around.
Lesson two involved spinning with a drop spindle (cunningly derived from a spare CD and a notched stick) - this is to get the idea of teasing the wool and letting it twist. This implement has come home with me, along with a small chunk of fleece (and some free range eggs, but that is another story.)
Lesson three - spinning on the treadle. Well! I’ll probably get the hang of it, eventually. Still, nubbly yarn is quite the thing these days and I am sure Colinette could fetch a pretty price with my amateur fumblings
We were using Jacob fleece which, according to my research, is a very good fleece for beginners.
Talk was chattered, laughs were had, lambs were admired, cats were fondled, coffee was drunk, and goodies consumed. We shall do it again next week.
I’m grateful to F for the hospitality and G for the transport and the lesson.