I still can't believe how fast my desire to learn to spin has manifested itself. True, I have been stalking spinners at craft fairs for quite a few years. But that was more curiosity than desire at the time (I think). I checked the date on the first "Spin Off" magazine I bought out of "curiosity". It was the Winter 2009 edition. When I first saw it on the bottom of the magazine rack, I was in disbelief. I couldn't believe that there were so many people spinning that this craft had it's own magazine. On the front was a picture of beautiful art yarn that had varying colors of green with a little bright yellow in it and it had these cool coils throughout. I was in L-U-V. I had no idea when I bought that magazine that I would already own my very own wheel and be learning to spin before the Winter of 2011! I've been wishing to be rich for a long time and that never manifested itself. Perhaps it's too vague or too common of a wish.
I'm sorry to report that I missed my first Knit-In at the Osterhaut Library. Underneath all my yarn and bills and snippets of material I finally found my buried calendar. Upon it's resurrection I saw that I had a long overdue dental appointment. Sometimes one just has to do what must be done. So I will attempt the next months Knit-In. I did make it to the Sit n' Spin event at WoodsEdge Farm in New Jersey. That was quite a trip. I learned two things about planning a trip . . . always check your map against the Map-Quest directions and no matter how much your friend loves you and wants to be there for you, if you get them lost you will have hell to pay until you are "un-lost". Fortunately we were able to laugh between the screaming and the hyperventilation. Aside from some travel snafus, it was an excellent day. The day was sunny with blue skies, the countryside in New Jersey was beautiful and WoodsEdge Farm was a paradise.
The property was immense. There were acres of open land and land populated by pines that provided a cool respite for the llamas grazing behind split rail fences. There was a two story country house, a barn, and the main building had a very inviting front porch that begged to be sat upon. However, the day was a hot and humid so the spinning was going on inside the building where it was airconditioned. As I walked in I entered a huge foyer with big shiny square hunks of granite stone for a floor. To the left and right of the foyer were rooms filled with beautiful knit garments and socks, wool for felting, felted hats adorned with huge fabric roses, adorable sock monkeys and some llama toys (complete with Sherpa hats), hand made molded soaps and even honey from their bee farm. Continuing straight ahead were two deacons benches set on either side of the foyer (where the girls were parked) and wooden doors behind them that went into a huge barn. The door handles were wrought iron llamas (too cool). I was able to go out into that barn because the bathroom was a well-maintained and clean port-a-potty way in the back of the barn. The barn was stocked with hay and there were some baby goats enclosed half-way into the barn and half outside. In the front of the barn were bags and bags and bags of fleece on several tables and a rack with some dyed scarves that were probably put there to dry.
When my girlfriend and I first arrived and parked outside this magnificent building we were greeted by a very nice girl. God forgive me, I am so terrible with names I cannot remember the names of anyone except for Jane and Linda (the owner of that beautiful farm) and the Etsy nome de plume of one girl, Ginger. The girl that greeted us was a very nice girl with dark hair & blue eyes. She told us she was spending her summer as an apprentice on the farm. Three other girls were all from Gainesville, Florida and worked at the same college together. They were friends of Linda and were spending their summer working on the farm while visiting with each other. Another woman, probably close to my age was spinning away on some beautiful blue wool yarn. I liked how she had a woven basket (like the kind we used to buy fruit in) lined with fabric, sporting a frilly border and several balls of blue yarn neatly tucked into it. Another older woman joined us and was showing us the fiber she intended to blend together. I got to watch while she used paddles that looked huge in her hands to card the fiber before spinning (Carding is when you use paddles that look like dog brushes to brush your fiber out or blend it). My agenda was to learn to spin better. But I've noticed that spinners are very single-minded when they spin. I did learn many things, however. I learned how to use a ball winder and a skein winder (items I will need to purchase myself). "Ginger" was spinning very fine silk (I'm guessing about the weight here) lace weight yarn on a spindle. She also produced a tahkli spindle that she was using to spin cotton. I can't tell you how fine and perfect that cotton looked! I should probably explain that spindles are the low-tech way to spin and great for traveling because they are small. There are different types, top whorl, bottom whorl and the tahkli which has a small bowl that supports the spindle while you spin. That's a whole other discussion and one I've yet to learn myself! Ginger taught me so much about fiber. She's a DNA forensic specialist at the college and obviously a gifted teacher! She brought out sample locks of fiber to show me the difference between straight fiber and crimped fiber which gives more bounce and loft to the yarn. She told me about the short staple length (that's the length of each hair or fiber and it makes a big difference when you're spinning) of cotton and the difference in fiber diameter of different fleeces and fibers. My favorite moment was when she produced what looked like a brightly dyed hankie which was actually several layers of silk fiber. She peeled off one of the ever so fine layers which was in the shape of a flattened cocoon. It was like a oval cob web in blues and white. Then she began to pull the fibers and it turned into a beautiful gossemar strand with the colors becoming ethereal and delicate. Can you tell I think fiber is eye candy?
All the while everyone spun and chatted and they were very happy to answer any of my questions. I had such a great time. I would like go back one day. But next time I will have a mapped out plan and I think I will plan on staying in that cute little town of Stockton, New Jersey.
Sunday, August 15, 2010
Sunday, August 1, 2010
Blog Block
For those few who do look forward to my Blogs, I am sad to report that the muse has not stirred me of late. So, this will be a kind of "Stay Tuned for More" blog. While there has been a bit of a lull (financially, mentally, and there's nothing like a good hot spell to make you turn into a couch potato) there are things in the works! My calendar is filling up with all kinds of cool things that I'm sure will be fodder for my Blogging future.
First, I have to give a tip of the hat to my generous benefactor, Craig Johnson, from the Worthington Acres Alpaca Farm and to PayPal (the only credit I have left--I hope) for making this gal's dreams come to fruition! Craig sold me his used Babes Fiber spinning wheel at a significant discount so I am now the proud owner of my very own spinning wheel. It's not a fancy wheel, but as long as I can spin on it, I am thrilled! It's a light-weight portable wheel, so I can easily take it with me on my new adventures in spinning.
Next weekend, I'll being taking it to Stockton, NJ for my very first "Sit n' Spin". I've never done anything like this in my life before, so it should be quite the experience. Basically it's a bring your own lunch & libation, free event that you can bring your spinning and knitting too and hang out with all the others to learn and have fun. I'm nervous but excited. Anybody who knows me knows I'm not real big on crowds and especially crowds of unknown people! Hopefully the love of all things fiber will be the bonding glue for me.
The Friday after that I'm going to my good friend, Andzia's, Amber Shop to see her "Jewels of Verve Vertu" open house and exhibit. I'm really looking forward to that. This is an exhibit of works of art in the form of batiks, felt purses, wall hangings and I can't wait to see what other surprises. Andzia tells me I can expect to be wowed by the beauty. This event is compliments of the art studio of The Deutsch Institute who helps special needs people and people with disabilities do something I'm fond of . . . embrace their dreams through creativity!
That Saturday, I will be attending my first "Knit In" that has recently been formed as a monthly meeting group right here in River City (Wilkes-Barre) at our wonderful Osterhaut Library. I found out about that through my online group that I love, Ravelry. Finally, something fiber related that isn't two hours or more away!
The rest of August looks to be uneventful. But come September I'll be busy as ever. The weekend of September 11th & 12th is the big Fiber Festival at the Harford fairgrounds. Hopefully I'll be able to make that trip. A second "Knit In" at the Osterhaut takes place the following Saturday. The weekend after that I'm going to grit my teeth and aim the old rust bucket toward Cleveland, Ohio to visit my sister and attend "National Alpaca Farm Days" to be held at the MetroParks there. The two of us loose around alpacas and yarn . . . it could be dangerous. Either one of us may come home with a "new pet". The following Monday begins everyone's favorite Pennsylvania fair . . . The Bloomsburg Fair! And as a new member of the Susquehanna Valley Spinners and Weaver's Guild, I have the opportunity to participate in the Spinning Clatch and educational exhibit there. I will be scouring the Thrift stores to find something vaguely Colonial looking to wear so I keep with the theme. Yes, Laurel Ingalls, I'm channeling you! Oh, that should be a hoot. When was the last time I wore a dress? I can assure you, there will be bloomers of some sort underneath.
God willing and the creek don't rise, I should have a very eventful and fun couple of months. Stay tuned!
First, I have to give a tip of the hat to my generous benefactor, Craig Johnson, from the Worthington Acres Alpaca Farm and to PayPal (the only credit I have left--I hope) for making this gal's dreams come to fruition! Craig sold me his used Babes Fiber spinning wheel at a significant discount so I am now the proud owner of my very own spinning wheel. It's not a fancy wheel, but as long as I can spin on it, I am thrilled! It's a light-weight portable wheel, so I can easily take it with me on my new adventures in spinning.
Next weekend, I'll being taking it to Stockton, NJ for my very first "Sit n' Spin". I've never done anything like this in my life before, so it should be quite the experience. Basically it's a bring your own lunch & libation, free event that you can bring your spinning and knitting too and hang out with all the others to learn and have fun. I'm nervous but excited. Anybody who knows me knows I'm not real big on crowds and especially crowds of unknown people! Hopefully the love of all things fiber will be the bonding glue for me.
The Friday after that I'm going to my good friend, Andzia's, Amber Shop to see her "Jewels of Verve Vertu" open house and exhibit. I'm really looking forward to that. This is an exhibit of works of art in the form of batiks, felt purses, wall hangings and I can't wait to see what other surprises. Andzia tells me I can expect to be wowed by the beauty. This event is compliments of the art studio of The Deutsch Institute who helps special needs people and people with disabilities do something I'm fond of . . . embrace their dreams through creativity!
That Saturday, I will be attending my first "Knit In" that has recently been formed as a monthly meeting group right here in River City (Wilkes-Barre) at our wonderful Osterhaut Library. I found out about that through my online group that I love, Ravelry. Finally, something fiber related that isn't two hours or more away!
The rest of August looks to be uneventful. But come September I'll be busy as ever. The weekend of September 11th & 12th is the big Fiber Festival at the Harford fairgrounds. Hopefully I'll be able to make that trip. A second "Knit In" at the Osterhaut takes place the following Saturday. The weekend after that I'm going to grit my teeth and aim the old rust bucket toward Cleveland, Ohio to visit my sister and attend "National Alpaca Farm Days" to be held at the MetroParks there. The two of us loose around alpacas and yarn . . . it could be dangerous. Either one of us may come home with a "new pet". The following Monday begins everyone's favorite Pennsylvania fair . . . The Bloomsburg Fair! And as a new member of the Susquehanna Valley Spinners and Weaver's Guild, I have the opportunity to participate in the Spinning Clatch and educational exhibit there. I will be scouring the Thrift stores to find something vaguely Colonial looking to wear so I keep with the theme. Yes, Laurel Ingalls, I'm channeling you! Oh, that should be a hoot. When was the last time I wore a dress? I can assure you, there will be bloomers of some sort underneath.
God willing and the creek don't rise, I should have a very eventful and fun couple of months. Stay tuned!
Sunday, July 11, 2010
In Awe and Appreciation of Women Farmers
It has come to my attention that with each little hobby I add to my list of things to do (in the few spare hours that are allotted to a working gal) . . . I seem to acrue more and more clutter & disarray in my home. I have "UFO's" all over the place (a clever term--not coined by me--for "UnFinished Objects"). My dishes are piled up in the sink. There is always laundry either begging to be done or done and waiting to be put away. I have papers, bills, recipes, knitting and crochet patterns, catalogs, books, magazines, things that I intend to sell (if I could only get organized enough) and a myriad of snippets, beads, thread, yarn, roving and the other odds and ends strewn all about the house. Then there are the errands of going to the grocery store, the drug store, the little trips that seems to always eat up a good portion of my time. I obviously lack in the "art of managing time" (and money for that matter). I continue to spiral into a mad woman's self-made mess (with the best of intentions of getting organized . . . tomorrow, and tomorrow, and . . . yah, who am I kidding!)
Meanwhile, it has caught my attention that there are a lot of women out there who work very hard, do a heck of lot more than I do and manage to keep order in their lives. I first became awed by the accounts of Laura Van Divier who's website I have subscribed too: OvertheRainbow.com . She sells the most beautiful and diverse fabrics you've ever seen. If you are a quilter this is your go-to site! I don't quilt, but just in case I do anything in the sewing department, I know where to get the best fabric prints. I love her emails because she always ends her lists of new fabrics with her "Family News". It's a very homey account of her life on the farm in the state of Washington. I feel like she is a friend I haven't met yet. When you visit her site she has dozens of pictures of the many animals, ducks and chickens on her farm. She has a family to take care of, a huge farm to tend to, she runs her fabric business and she even finds time to write a little paragraph with each email to keep everyone up on her life, her animals, her experiences. I look at all she does during the day and I cannot believe she fits it all into "one day".
Yesterday, I drove out to visit The Steam Valley Fiber Farm (yes, they have a website!) just past Trout Run, PA. This is a farm that also functions as a business for Phylleri Ball's spinning and weaving passion. I got to try out a couple of spinning wheels to see what kind of wheel I want to purchase (when I finally have the do-re-mi!). Her "shop" is basically her home. Which, by the way, is well kept, neat and organized. She had just been to a farmer's market and had several rattan baskets filled with beautiful hand spun, hand dyed and painted yarns (looking for all the world to me like pirate's treasure!). Note to self: there was no "clutter" (hmmm, a novel idea, that). I enjoyed seeing all her yarns and trying out her wheels. Even more, I enjoyed our conversation. I had taken my friend, Dom, who has a greenhouse business with me. And we talked about how hard it is to keep your head above water in this economy. We are all struggling . . . but really, local farmers are truly having the hardest of times now. She talked about her experience at the farmers' market and how people would see the cost of her hand spun, hand dyed, hand knitted socks and exclaim "I'm not going to pay that much for a pair of socks". We talked about how everyone has come to have the "three-for-one mentality" spawned by super discount chain stores. Yet, if you added up how many times you would have to replace the cheaper socks, and the time and money you spend going to the store to replace them . . . which is the better value? American's have Super-sized their lives yet minimized the value of lasting durable goods. I've been brainwashed too. But poverty is a good teacher!
Phylleri Ball, proprietor and farmer, took time from her busy schedule to share her farm with Dom & I. This is where I really saw farming art in motion. She had a barn full of angora goats that are her source for wool. (She also mentioned that she uses the black walnuts on her property as a natural dye for her yarns.) In addition to wool, and yes, meat too, she gathers their milk twice a day and makes her own cheese. The goats also maintain her pastures for her by keeping them well grazed. The goats' manure goes into a big pile with straw and scraps and she has two small brown pigs in there who were happily turning the compost while they romped and ate . . . happy as pigs in (you know the saying here). They were cute little things. When I asked if they would grow huge like the ones I've seen at the fair, Phylleri assured me that they would grow to be over 200 lbs each. Then, like all farm piggies, they would become ham, bacon and pork chops. Also on the farm were her free range chickens. As a city slicker, I thought free range chickens lived like turkeys. I didn't realize that they still need a coop to go to (Dom educated me on that later). She had a couple of coops out in her pasture that she constructed, and every day the coops get moved. Moving them around means that the earth where ever the chickens were roosting is now fertilized with their droppings. How cool is that!
While we talked in her living room (between my fumbling with the spinning wheels and fiber on my test drives), I mentioned that it seems most farmers don't have the family help they once had. Phylleri agreed. She said that her children see how hard she works and don't have any interest in working that hard for a meager living. But she said, it's basically a life choice. She loves what she does. Yes she would like to show a profit sometime other than when the tax man comes to collect. But she said she reminds her children how well they eat, compliments of the farm . . . fresh chicken, spring lamb, ham, and bacon, free range eggs, and homemade cheese. I'd be willing to bet she probably cans produce and jams and jellies. Phylerri is probably about 5'2", she's tanned and looks like hard work is no stranger to her. I really envy women like her, but more so . . . I'm just in awe. You can't be lax, you can't be self-absorbed, you can't be complacent, indecisive or wallow in your misery when you work like this. I feel pretty lame when I compare myself to these hail and hearty women of the earth who still, "STILL", make time to be involved in their communities and not only pursue their crafts but excel in them. These women leave a big footprint to be filled. It's something to strive towards, even if I can only achieve the most minute fraction of what they do every day.
Meanwhile, it has caught my attention that there are a lot of women out there who work very hard, do a heck of lot more than I do and manage to keep order in their lives. I first became awed by the accounts of Laura Van Divier who's website I have subscribed too: OvertheRainbow.com . She sells the most beautiful and diverse fabrics you've ever seen. If you are a quilter this is your go-to site! I don't quilt, but just in case I do anything in the sewing department, I know where to get the best fabric prints. I love her emails because she always ends her lists of new fabrics with her "Family News". It's a very homey account of her life on the farm in the state of Washington. I feel like she is a friend I haven't met yet. When you visit her site she has dozens of pictures of the many animals, ducks and chickens on her farm. She has a family to take care of, a huge farm to tend to, she runs her fabric business and she even finds time to write a little paragraph with each email to keep everyone up on her life, her animals, her experiences. I look at all she does during the day and I cannot believe she fits it all into "one day".
Yesterday, I drove out to visit The Steam Valley Fiber Farm (yes, they have a website!) just past Trout Run, PA. This is a farm that also functions as a business for Phylleri Ball's spinning and weaving passion. I got to try out a couple of spinning wheels to see what kind of wheel I want to purchase (when I finally have the do-re-mi!). Her "shop" is basically her home. Which, by the way, is well kept, neat and organized. She had just been to a farmer's market and had several rattan baskets filled with beautiful hand spun, hand dyed and painted yarns (looking for all the world to me like pirate's treasure!). Note to self: there was no "clutter" (hmmm, a novel idea, that). I enjoyed seeing all her yarns and trying out her wheels. Even more, I enjoyed our conversation. I had taken my friend, Dom, who has a greenhouse business with me. And we talked about how hard it is to keep your head above water in this economy. We are all struggling . . . but really, local farmers are truly having the hardest of times now. She talked about her experience at the farmers' market and how people would see the cost of her hand spun, hand dyed, hand knitted socks and exclaim "I'm not going to pay that much for a pair of socks". We talked about how everyone has come to have the "three-for-one mentality" spawned by super discount chain stores. Yet, if you added up how many times you would have to replace the cheaper socks, and the time and money you spend going to the store to replace them . . . which is the better value? American's have Super-sized their lives yet minimized the value of lasting durable goods. I've been brainwashed too. But poverty is a good teacher!
Phylleri Ball, proprietor and farmer, took time from her busy schedule to share her farm with Dom & I. This is where I really saw farming art in motion. She had a barn full of angora goats that are her source for wool. (She also mentioned that she uses the black walnuts on her property as a natural dye for her yarns.) In addition to wool, and yes, meat too, she gathers their milk twice a day and makes her own cheese. The goats also maintain her pastures for her by keeping them well grazed. The goats' manure goes into a big pile with straw and scraps and she has two small brown pigs in there who were happily turning the compost while they romped and ate . . . happy as pigs in (you know the saying here). They were cute little things. When I asked if they would grow huge like the ones I've seen at the fair, Phylleri assured me that they would grow to be over 200 lbs each. Then, like all farm piggies, they would become ham, bacon and pork chops. Also on the farm were her free range chickens. As a city slicker, I thought free range chickens lived like turkeys. I didn't realize that they still need a coop to go to (Dom educated me on that later). She had a couple of coops out in her pasture that she constructed, and every day the coops get moved. Moving them around means that the earth where ever the chickens were roosting is now fertilized with their droppings. How cool is that!
While we talked in her living room (between my fumbling with the spinning wheels and fiber on my test drives), I mentioned that it seems most farmers don't have the family help they once had. Phylleri agreed. She said that her children see how hard she works and don't have any interest in working that hard for a meager living. But she said, it's basically a life choice. She loves what she does. Yes she would like to show a profit sometime other than when the tax man comes to collect. But she said she reminds her children how well they eat, compliments of the farm . . . fresh chicken, spring lamb, ham, and bacon, free range eggs, and homemade cheese. I'd be willing to bet she probably cans produce and jams and jellies. Phylerri is probably about 5'2", she's tanned and looks like hard work is no stranger to her. I really envy women like her, but more so . . . I'm just in awe. You can't be lax, you can't be self-absorbed, you can't be complacent, indecisive or wallow in your misery when you work like this. I feel pretty lame when I compare myself to these hail and hearty women of the earth who still, "STILL", make time to be involved in their communities and not only pursue their crafts but excel in them. These women leave a big footprint to be filled. It's something to strive towards, even if I can only achieve the most minute fraction of what they do every day.
Sunday, June 20, 2010
SPINNING SOME MAGIC YARNS
The compulsion to spin has been brewing in me for a long time. When I threw it out into the Universe, that this was what I truly wanted to do, the Universe answered. It never ceases to amaze me how that works! Seems this kind of magic happens only with things that I feel impassioned about.
So my passion got down to the brass tacks of "learning". My benevolent instructor was wonderfully kind enough to loan me a small spinning wheel so I could practice at home. All week I've been practicing and have gotten immersed in the technicalities of spinning. This involves learning the language of spinning. Foreign words like: drafting, Z-twist, S-twist, orifice, fly wheel, scotch tension, "mother of all", long draft, and short draft. I've spun every day, and every day I've struggled with knarled over-twisted ugly stuff. When I start to get too disgusted I just tell myself that this is "art yarn" . . . that would be my positive spin. Pardon the pun. I have fumbled with the fiber while I treadled, trying to keep my wheel A) spinning and B) spinning in the correct direction. My yarn has been everything from fine as hair to a big lumpy dreadlock looking thing. Last night I learned a lesson in spinning mechanics when the wheel bucked, the flyer came off and my drive band jumped the track. Fortunately, it's not near as bad as it sounds. But it did take me a while to figure out exactly what happened and how to fix it.
I found a great support system on Ravelry.com. Ravelry is great for knitters and crocheters and they have a group: Joy of Handspinning. I got a lot of advice from many spinners who welcomed my questions with kindness and encouragement. I also watched many a YouTube video to get an up-close look at the techniques that people use. I got a good laugh watching a British woman's video as she described how some people like to weight their wheels to keep the wheel going in one direction. She described how sometimes people will drill a hole in their wheel and fill the hole with lead. She also said that this could be a problem because sometimes the lead comes loose and many a spinner's guild meeting would be interrupted by a lead projectile flying through the group. (Thanks for the warning!). A week later my yarn is still "art yarn". But I've learned more about drafting my fiber and I'm beginning to get a feel for what I should be doing. It's a lot like learning to drive a stick shift. There are a lot of things to coordinate, the treadling, holding the fiber, drafting the fiber, learning how the fiber twists and when to pinch and when to let go, when to let the yarn go up the orifice and onto the bobbin. And I'm loving it. I can't wait until I hit that sweet spot where it all comes together and I can spin my own knitable yarn!
I have been asked (most recently by my spinning instructor) what made me want to learn to spin. I really haven't had a good answer for that up until now. The answer came only this morning, after a week of mulling over what to write for today's blog. I have always loved the tactile pleasure of working with yarn, so I had thought that this may be a reason. My sister recently reminded me of the Beck family we had been friends with in Virgina. Mrs. Beck not only wove cloth on a gigantic loom in their living room, but spun wool too. So I thought perhaps I had subconsciously filed that away in my brain and then forgotten it. I was also a big fan of Marion Zimmer Bradley's book, Mists of Avalon, whose characters often went into trances and saw visions while spinning. Last week, a friend warned me not to "prick my finger" prior to my lesson, resulting in a discussion trying to recall the fairy tales that involved pricking fingers and spinning flax into gold. I have always loved to read, and myths, folklore and fairy tales were my first love. I now believe that these had a more profound influence on me that I had ever expected!
This morning, I decided to look into these fairy tales for my blog. I started by looking up "Spinning flax into Gold" and came across a site: http://www.thorshof.org/spinmyth.htm. This site from Thorskegga Thorn had such a wealth of information on the mythology and lore of spinning I was blown away. I learned about the German Goddess, Holda, the patron saint of spinners. She is also the controller of weather, giver of fertility and protector of unborn children. The Egyptians credit Isis with teaching women to spin. The Norse Goddess Frigg is a spinner. In Scandinavia, the constellation known as Orion's Girdle is called "Friggjar Rockr" meaning Frigg's Distaff. There are Russian, Latvian, Lithuanian, Greek and Asian goddesses involving the arts of spinning and weaving. Way too many for me to cover. But my favorite would have to be Saule, the Baltic Sun Goddess who is linked with the wheel. "She spins light like thread." In Lithuania she is considered the only guardian to shepherds. She is also associated with Amber - the Sun Stone! Amber, I learned, is considered a magical substance for spinners: "as the light never tangles in the sky, so an amber spindle protects the new thread from snarls caused by unhappy or malicious spirits." Go to this link for more mythology and spinning information: http://www.mythinglinks.org/ct~weaving.html. Here you can find out about Native American myths of "Grandmother Spider Woman", African, and Asian and myths of spinning from all over the world.
Truly, this blog has been a blessing to me. By sharing my passion and researching my interests, I feel my knitting, crochet, and spinning are not only hobbies or a passion indulged. I feel I've been swept up into history, legend and mythology. It's where I've always longed to be!
So my passion got down to the brass tacks of "learning". My benevolent instructor was wonderfully kind enough to loan me a small spinning wheel so I could practice at home. All week I've been practicing and have gotten immersed in the technicalities of spinning. This involves learning the language of spinning. Foreign words like: drafting, Z-twist, S-twist, orifice, fly wheel, scotch tension, "mother of all", long draft, and short draft. I've spun every day, and every day I've struggled with knarled over-twisted ugly stuff. When I start to get too disgusted I just tell myself that this is "art yarn" . . . that would be my positive spin. Pardon the pun. I have fumbled with the fiber while I treadled, trying to keep my wheel A) spinning and B) spinning in the correct direction. My yarn has been everything from fine as hair to a big lumpy dreadlock looking thing. Last night I learned a lesson in spinning mechanics when the wheel bucked, the flyer came off and my drive band jumped the track. Fortunately, it's not near as bad as it sounds. But it did take me a while to figure out exactly what happened and how to fix it.
I found a great support system on Ravelry.com. Ravelry is great for knitters and crocheters and they have a group: Joy of Handspinning. I got a lot of advice from many spinners who welcomed my questions with kindness and encouragement. I also watched many a YouTube video to get an up-close look at the techniques that people use. I got a good laugh watching a British woman's video as she described how some people like to weight their wheels to keep the wheel going in one direction. She described how sometimes people will drill a hole in their wheel and fill the hole with lead. She also said that this could be a problem because sometimes the lead comes loose and many a spinner's guild meeting would be interrupted by a lead projectile flying through the group. (Thanks for the warning!). A week later my yarn is still "art yarn". But I've learned more about drafting my fiber and I'm beginning to get a feel for what I should be doing. It's a lot like learning to drive a stick shift. There are a lot of things to coordinate, the treadling, holding the fiber, drafting the fiber, learning how the fiber twists and when to pinch and when to let go, when to let the yarn go up the orifice and onto the bobbin. And I'm loving it. I can't wait until I hit that sweet spot where it all comes together and I can spin my own knitable yarn!
I have been asked (most recently by my spinning instructor) what made me want to learn to spin. I really haven't had a good answer for that up until now. The answer came only this morning, after a week of mulling over what to write for today's blog. I have always loved the tactile pleasure of working with yarn, so I had thought that this may be a reason. My sister recently reminded me of the Beck family we had been friends with in Virgina. Mrs. Beck not only wove cloth on a gigantic loom in their living room, but spun wool too. So I thought perhaps I had subconsciously filed that away in my brain and then forgotten it. I was also a big fan of Marion Zimmer Bradley's book, Mists of Avalon, whose characters often went into trances and saw visions while spinning. Last week, a friend warned me not to "prick my finger" prior to my lesson, resulting in a discussion trying to recall the fairy tales that involved pricking fingers and spinning flax into gold. I have always loved to read, and myths, folklore and fairy tales were my first love. I now believe that these had a more profound influence on me that I had ever expected!
This morning, I decided to look into these fairy tales for my blog. I started by looking up "Spinning flax into Gold" and came across a site: http://www.thorshof.org/spinmyth.htm. This site from Thorskegga Thorn had such a wealth of information on the mythology and lore of spinning I was blown away. I learned about the German Goddess, Holda, the patron saint of spinners. She is also the controller of weather, giver of fertility and protector of unborn children. The Egyptians credit Isis with teaching women to spin. The Norse Goddess Frigg is a spinner. In Scandinavia, the constellation known as Orion's Girdle is called "Friggjar Rockr" meaning Frigg's Distaff. There are Russian, Latvian, Lithuanian, Greek and Asian goddesses involving the arts of spinning and weaving. Way too many for me to cover. But my favorite would have to be Saule, the Baltic Sun Goddess who is linked with the wheel. "She spins light like thread." In Lithuania she is considered the only guardian to shepherds. She is also associated with Amber - the Sun Stone! Amber, I learned, is considered a magical substance for spinners: "as the light never tangles in the sky, so an amber spindle protects the new thread from snarls caused by unhappy or malicious spirits." Go to this link for more mythology and spinning information: http://www.mythinglinks.org/ct~weaving.html. Here you can find out about Native American myths of "Grandmother Spider Woman", African, and Asian and myths of spinning from all over the world.
Truly, this blog has been a blessing to me. By sharing my passion and researching my interests, I feel my knitting, crochet, and spinning are not only hobbies or a passion indulged. I feel I've been swept up into history, legend and mythology. It's where I've always longed to be!
Sunday, May 30, 2010
Women, War & Wool
Memorial Day is upon us and I was particularly struck by a historic photo in the newspaper. It was a photo of the Dunkirk evacuation dubbed Operation Dynamo by the British. History is one of my newest loves. Education does it a great disservice, distilling everything into dates, geographic locations, and famous people. Real history is the story of people, people like us, in all kinds of situations.
In the photograph were boats, mostly small fishing boats . . . a whole harbor full of boats. I read the short story and then researched more on Wikipedia. Hitler's army had trapped British, Belgium, and French troops during the Battle of Dunkirk (WWII). With nothing but the sea between them and Hitler's army, they were trapped with no escape. Their imminent plight was only this: to be killed or captured. They were stranded and the Luftwaffe rained bullets upon them. Secretly the War Cabinet discussed surrendering to Germany. Instead, they voted against it and prayed for a miracle. And the miracle happened. It came in the form of little fishing boats and pleasure cruisers, merchant marine boats and commercial vessels too. Men stood shoulder deep in the water for hours waiting for their rescuers. Between the dates of May 27th & June 4th 338,226 had been rescued from imminent death and escaped the bitter despair of becoming Prisoners of War. Not all of them were so lucky, 1 in 7 to be exact, were left behind. What struck me so poignantly about this moment was the thought of all those people who pitched in to save those men.
I recalled reading how throughout history women had knitted socks for soldiers in times of war. A less dramatic yet earnest show of care and support to the men who go to battle. So I did a little more internet research. On HistoryLink.org I found that during WWII, Life Magazine had published an issue on how to knit, along with a pattern for a knitted vest. It encouraged women to knit as the best way to help the war effort. Prior to our involvement in WWII, Americans had already been knitting and sending care packages of food and clothes to Londoners who were in the thick of the war. Many of these WWII knitters had knitted in their youth to help our forces during WWI. I also learned that First Lady Eleanor Roosevelt was big on knitting for the war effort and was usually photographed either knitting or sporting her huge knitting bag. She was referred to as "The First Knitter of the Land" and launched the WWII knitting effort at a "Knit for Defense tea" which was held at the swanky Waldorf-Astoria in NY. The American Red Cross was designated as the single clearing agency for all war-time knitting at this time. The war created shortages in meats, fats, sugars, gasoline and wool too. It also interrupted the shipping of wool. The Seattle Red Cross responded by teaching it's volunteers how to card and spin fiber to make our own wool yarn. And here's something I never would have thought of: knitters also knit cotton 15 to 20 foot stretch bandages. The bandages were knit all in garter stitch which produced a stretchy bandage. These were sterilized and shipped to medical units worldwide! Women have been knitting (and men too) in support of troops all throughout history. So I wondered, did anyone knit for the Vietnam veterans. True, it was not an environment conducive to knitted garments, I'm sure. But what I found out was interesting as well.
Enter the age of the rebel with needles. Knitting protesters! Knitting for a cause! A call to action during the Vietnam war and definitely a product of the 1960's which embraced the "Peace not War" line of thought. I found an article about a Vietnam veteran who was very uneasy in the days of the Cold War and the nuclear threat that haunted all our worst nightmares. He found solace in bridging the gap between countries and governments by starting a company called "Peace Fleece" combining Russian and American wool into thick richly colored yarn that is still made long after the collapse of the Soviet Union. Then I found a site for "CODE PINK", a knitting protest group who's motto is "I did not raise my children to kill another mother's child." They call themselves "Raging Grannies". And learned about the "Grannie Peace Brigade" who in 2008 set up their chairs within view of the White House to express their opposition to five years of war in Iran by having a "knit-in". They came from all across the country and sat in front of the Dept. of Veteran Affairs knitting stump socks (aka: residual limb covers) to cover the limbs of amputees, casualties of war. They also knitted baby blankets for the Iraqi children.
I guess the bottom line of all this rumination on history and wars and the many different faces of valor is simply this: each and every individual contributes to the whole. It is the little stories, the small sacrifices, the creative effort to solve our nations issues that all become the waft and the weave of the history of ourselves, our countries and our times.
Happy Memorial Day everyone.
In the photograph were boats, mostly small fishing boats . . . a whole harbor full of boats. I read the short story and then researched more on Wikipedia. Hitler's army had trapped British, Belgium, and French troops during the Battle of Dunkirk (WWII). With nothing but the sea between them and Hitler's army, they were trapped with no escape. Their imminent plight was only this: to be killed or captured. They were stranded and the Luftwaffe rained bullets upon them. Secretly the War Cabinet discussed surrendering to Germany. Instead, they voted against it and prayed for a miracle. And the miracle happened. It came in the form of little fishing boats and pleasure cruisers, merchant marine boats and commercial vessels too. Men stood shoulder deep in the water for hours waiting for their rescuers. Between the dates of May 27th & June 4th 338,226 had been rescued from imminent death and escaped the bitter despair of becoming Prisoners of War. Not all of them were so lucky, 1 in 7 to be exact, were left behind. What struck me so poignantly about this moment was the thought of all those people who pitched in to save those men.
I recalled reading how throughout history women had knitted socks for soldiers in times of war. A less dramatic yet earnest show of care and support to the men who go to battle. So I did a little more internet research. On HistoryLink.org I found that during WWII, Life Magazine had published an issue on how to knit, along with a pattern for a knitted vest. It encouraged women to knit as the best way to help the war effort. Prior to our involvement in WWII, Americans had already been knitting and sending care packages of food and clothes to Londoners who were in the thick of the war. Many of these WWII knitters had knitted in their youth to help our forces during WWI. I also learned that First Lady Eleanor Roosevelt was big on knitting for the war effort and was usually photographed either knitting or sporting her huge knitting bag. She was referred to as "The First Knitter of the Land" and launched the WWII knitting effort at a "Knit for Defense tea" which was held at the swanky Waldorf-Astoria in NY. The American Red Cross was designated as the single clearing agency for all war-time knitting at this time. The war created shortages in meats, fats, sugars, gasoline and wool too. It also interrupted the shipping of wool. The Seattle Red Cross responded by teaching it's volunteers how to card and spin fiber to make our own wool yarn. And here's something I never would have thought of: knitters also knit cotton 15 to 20 foot stretch bandages. The bandages were knit all in garter stitch which produced a stretchy bandage. These were sterilized and shipped to medical units worldwide! Women have been knitting (and men too) in support of troops all throughout history. So I wondered, did anyone knit for the Vietnam veterans. True, it was not an environment conducive to knitted garments, I'm sure. But what I found out was interesting as well.
Enter the age of the rebel with needles. Knitting protesters! Knitting for a cause! A call to action during the Vietnam war and definitely a product of the 1960's which embraced the "Peace not War" line of thought. I found an article about a Vietnam veteran who was very uneasy in the days of the Cold War and the nuclear threat that haunted all our worst nightmares. He found solace in bridging the gap between countries and governments by starting a company called "Peace Fleece" combining Russian and American wool into thick richly colored yarn that is still made long after the collapse of the Soviet Union. Then I found a site for "CODE PINK", a knitting protest group who's motto is "I did not raise my children to kill another mother's child." They call themselves "Raging Grannies". And learned about the "Grannie Peace Brigade" who in 2008 set up their chairs within view of the White House to express their opposition to five years of war in Iran by having a "knit-in". They came from all across the country and sat in front of the Dept. of Veteran Affairs knitting stump socks (aka: residual limb covers) to cover the limbs of amputees, casualties of war. They also knitted baby blankets for the Iraqi children.
I guess the bottom line of all this rumination on history and wars and the many different faces of valor is simply this: each and every individual contributes to the whole. It is the little stories, the small sacrifices, the creative effort to solve our nations issues that all become the waft and the weave of the history of ourselves, our countries and our times.
Happy Memorial Day everyone.
Sunday, May 16, 2010
GETTING LOCAL THRU YOUR WORLD WIDE WEB!!!
I find that the older I get the more I want to go back to simpler things. Not that I don't love my computer! It's the greatest thing since sliced bread! Especially because I can use it to find and connect with local artist, local farmers and local craftsmen that I would never have known were out there! I recently subscribed to a site called "LocalHarvest.org". It's great. It emails me about local foods, farmers markets and events that I may never have heard about. As a matter of fact, my last notification told me about a festival to be held in Unityville, PA at the Worthington Acres Alpaca farm. This is a little over an hour from where I live. They offer many services to local Alpaca farmers, they will process wool in bulk quanities and they sell spinning wheels. You can also buy their spun yarns and felted soaps. More importantly . . . you can take lessons to learn how to SPIN!!! Eureka! My first lesson is in June. I can't wait. In the meantime, I plan on attending the Alpaca Shearing and Spinning demo festival on May 22nd! Just Google Worthington Acres Alpacas and you will find their site. Prior to this serendipitous email, the only place I knew that offered spinning lessons was Mannings near Harrisburg which would have been a much longer drive and much harder to get there.
I also have to plug my friend, Andzia, who sells Baltic Amber jewelry. Her website is Amberjewelry.com and her shop is right on Main Street in Scranton. Andzia doesn't just "sell" Amber . . . she "lives and breathes" Amber. Before I was tutored by her in the amazing history and properties of Amber I just thought it was a pretty yellow stone. If you don't know about Amber, you need to either go to her site which has a lot of time and effort put into it so that you too can learn about Amber, or else go and talk to her. Be cautioned however, I've gone from thinking it's "just pretty" to feeling that I will not be complete until I get my own Amber!
I also found out about a cool home delivery service on the Internet, called EIO (as in "Old MacDonald had a Farm). They deliver Hillside Dairy milk, butter, ice cream and other local products such as cheese, bakery bread, cage free organic eggs, organic meats, and now they offer locally grown vegetables and fruit! How wonderful, I'm supporting local farmers, getting fresh wholesome foods, saving gas because it's delivered to my door . . . and because I can order online and I'm not running to the store all the time for these staples, I have more time to knit, crochet, and soon spin!
On Craigs List I found European Treasures. They were looking for distributors for their Summer Hill Botanicals soap and other bath and body products. Once again, locally made! These soaps are wonderful. Natural ingredients and aromatic scents combined to make soaps and lotions that feel wonderful, make your skin soft and supple while offering aromatherapy at the same time. I haven't bought a commercial bar of soap ever since I used my first lathery bar of this stuff. You can find European Treasures in Exeter at the Warehouse Shoppes and on the web at europeantreasures.net. You can also buy Polish and Spanish pottery there at great prices.
A little further up the road in Exeter is my friend, Dom's farm. He hasn't gotten into the whole Internet thing, his niece is working on getting him going in that direction. Now here's a guy who has felt the sting of the "warehouse mentality" that, in my opinion, is the ruination of America. Yah, their stuff is cheap . . . but so is the quality. I see people loading up at Dollar stores with all these little chintzy chotchkies or hedgkey medgekies (I don't know the spelling, I just know it means decorative junk you could live without!). But to go and spend a few bucks for some quality flowers feels like an extravagance. I walked through Dom's greenhouses the other day and took some beautiful pictures. As I walked around I noticed that I was surrounded by the scent of earth and sweet flowers . . . not the smell of pesticides and fertilizers that I would get at Lowes. I was not bombarded with "attention shopper, blue light special, security to front desk" announcements. Instead I was serenaded by birdsongs, some butterfly wings beating against the greenhouse walls and an occasional bee as it droned by. If you'd like to enjoy some real flowers in a real greenhouse, you can find Dominic Culver's Greenhouses on Packer Ave. (across from the Fox Hill Country Club). To get there, take Route 11, turn on Tunkhannock Ave. which will take you to Packer Ave. If that's too far, please visit a real greenhouse and buy real flowers from people who have worked and toiled to bring you the best quality plants and vegetables grown locally.
When I left Dom's yesterday, I took the long way home which took me past Hillside Farms in Dallas. Up on the hill were about 20 to 30 cows wandering around in the pasture. I smiled to myself and thought . . . that's where my milk comes from! Its not from cows that are lined up like prisoners and force fed antibiotics and hormones. They were happy cows . . . which made me happy!
I also have to plug my friend, Andzia, who sells Baltic Amber jewelry. Her website is Amberjewelry.com and her shop is right on Main Street in Scranton. Andzia doesn't just "sell" Amber . . . she "lives and breathes" Amber. Before I was tutored by her in the amazing history and properties of Amber I just thought it was a pretty yellow stone. If you don't know about Amber, you need to either go to her site which has a lot of time and effort put into it so that you too can learn about Amber, or else go and talk to her. Be cautioned however, I've gone from thinking it's "just pretty" to feeling that I will not be complete until I get my own Amber!
I also found out about a cool home delivery service on the Internet, called EIO (as in "Old MacDonald had a Farm). They deliver Hillside Dairy milk, butter, ice cream and other local products such as cheese, bakery bread, cage free organic eggs, organic meats, and now they offer locally grown vegetables and fruit! How wonderful, I'm supporting local farmers, getting fresh wholesome foods, saving gas because it's delivered to my door . . . and because I can order online and I'm not running to the store all the time for these staples, I have more time to knit, crochet, and soon spin!
On Craigs List I found European Treasures. They were looking for distributors for their Summer Hill Botanicals soap and other bath and body products. Once again, locally made! These soaps are wonderful. Natural ingredients and aromatic scents combined to make soaps and lotions that feel wonderful, make your skin soft and supple while offering aromatherapy at the same time. I haven't bought a commercial bar of soap ever since I used my first lathery bar of this stuff. You can find European Treasures in Exeter at the Warehouse Shoppes and on the web at europeantreasures.net. You can also buy Polish and Spanish pottery there at great prices.
A little further up the road in Exeter is my friend, Dom's farm. He hasn't gotten into the whole Internet thing, his niece is working on getting him going in that direction. Now here's a guy who has felt the sting of the "warehouse mentality" that, in my opinion, is the ruination of America. Yah, their stuff is cheap . . . but so is the quality. I see people loading up at Dollar stores with all these little chintzy chotchkies or hedgkey medgekies (I don't know the spelling, I just know it means decorative junk you could live without!). But to go and spend a few bucks for some quality flowers feels like an extravagance. I walked through Dom's greenhouses the other day and took some beautiful pictures. As I walked around I noticed that I was surrounded by the scent of earth and sweet flowers . . . not the smell of pesticides and fertilizers that I would get at Lowes. I was not bombarded with "attention shopper, blue light special, security to front desk" announcements. Instead I was serenaded by birdsongs, some butterfly wings beating against the greenhouse walls and an occasional bee as it droned by. If you'd like to enjoy some real flowers in a real greenhouse, you can find Dominic Culver's Greenhouses on Packer Ave. (across from the Fox Hill Country Club). To get there, take Route 11, turn on Tunkhannock Ave. which will take you to Packer Ave. If that's too far, please visit a real greenhouse and buy real flowers from people who have worked and toiled to bring you the best quality plants and vegetables grown locally.
When I left Dom's yesterday, I took the long way home which took me past Hillside Farms in Dallas. Up on the hill were about 20 to 30 cows wandering around in the pasture. I smiled to myself and thought . . . that's where my milk comes from! Its not from cows that are lined up like prisoners and force fed antibiotics and hormones. They were happy cows . . . which made me happy!
Saturday, May 8, 2010
"M" is for the many things she taught me . . .
This Sunday is Mother's day so now I have a reason to brag about my mother (not that I need one). With all my heart, I wish that she were still here with me. I think about her all the time. She passed away in 1984 at the age of 52. But she is always in my thoughts. She came from such humble beginnings. I was torn between posting this picture of her to show off her beauty or the picture of her looking like the poster child for the "For a Dollar a Day you Can Feed this Child" campaign. She grew up poor and in that particular picture she is in a dingy little shift, barefoot in the dirt, looking kind of forlorn. I love this picture of her because if you knew my mother, you would never guess she came from such poverty. My mother self-taught herself in everything, and was a gifted artist, seamstress, knitter, gardener, culinary expert and she was extremely well read. She did what used to be known as "tole painting" long before Donna Dewberry gave it the name "One Stroke Painting". She knit and crocheted little outfits for my Barbie dolls. They were very sophisticated little garments too. She sewed lined coats and tailored suits for the family. She even made ties for my father. She loved the outdoors and somehow educated my sister and me to know all sorts of things about trees and birds and plants, passing on her love of all things nature. I remember one particularly lonely summer around the time I was going into 5th grade. We had just moved and my sister had gone off to college, leaving me alone for the first time. My mom kept me contented by suggesting books to read that I would get from the local library: Nancy Drew, Dr. Fu Manchu and even Tarzan novels. How many mothers even know what a good read Edgar Rice Burroughs is? Her enthusiasm to learn was contagious. I think about how she would love the computer now and all the things you can learn and all the people you can meet. She would have been in her glory. No doubt she would've been selling on Etsy, keeping up with friends and family on Facebook, writing her own blog and ordering copious quantities of fabrics, yarns, and all things crafty from the internet.
Unfortunately, as life does, events occurred that drove us apart and then drove us at each other. I hooked up with my soon to be husband/soon to be ex-husband in my senior year of school and that created major turmoil in our relationship. At the same time, my father decided he needed to move to Akron, Ohio for a different job. My mother felt that she had to quit her job, the first one she had since before she was married, and follow. This caused her to spiral into a life of misery and bitterness. Then came the cancer like a thief in the night.
Our last few years together were tumultuous at best. A small steel-town on the shores of Lake Erie, Lorain, Ohio, would be the place where possibilities for the future of both my mom and myself waxed and then waned in a very short time. My father's penchant for changing jobs that usually moved us between Ohio and Virginia repeatedly meant a very isolated life for my mom . . . and a rather miserable one for me. My mother was relegated to a very home centered life. When I think about how she didn't have any friends other than my father's business associates, it seems very sad to me. But she did it without ever complaining (at least that I'm aware of). In Lorain, however, Mom stepped outside of the box/house and got herself a job. She was hired at the local newspaper and did advertising layouts. What a transformation. Suddenly, instead of reading the paper and fixating on all the bad things going on in the world, she skipped right past all that and was only interested in ads and how they looked. Not just her ads, she studied the other papers for their ads. She had friends for the first time since I was little. I remember when she went to a Cat Steven's concert with a friend and later confessed that joints were being passed around. We would go to the only good place in Lorain . . . The Lorain Creamery, and get ice cream sundaes and talk about everything. I remember I actually confessed to her that I was interested in a boy who was crazy about another girl. I can still hear her say, "You shouldn't settle for Second Fiddle". Craziest thing we ever did was sign up to take Roller Dancing lessons together. Do you know how hard it is to do ice-skating moves on four wheels? That didn't last so long, she gave herself one heck of a bruising when she fell at her last lesson. It was so great to have my mother as a friend for that short time. I like to think that if she were still alive today we would be friends again, sharing confessions and eating ice cream together.
Unfortunately, as life does, events occurred that drove us apart and then drove us at each other. I hooked up with my soon to be husband/soon to be ex-husband in my senior year of school and that created major turmoil in our relationship. At the same time, my father decided he needed to move to Akron, Ohio for a different job. My mother felt that she had to quit her job, the first one she had since before she was married, and follow. This caused her to spiral into a life of misery and bitterness. Then came the cancer like a thief in the night.
Our last few years together were tumultuous at best. A small steel-town on the shores of Lake Erie, Lorain, Ohio, would be the place where possibilities for the future of both my mom and myself waxed and then waned in a very short time. My father's penchant for changing jobs that usually moved us between Ohio and Virginia repeatedly meant a very isolated life for my mom . . . and a rather miserable one for me. My mother was relegated to a very home centered life. When I think about how she didn't have any friends other than my father's business associates, it seems very sad to me. But she did it without ever complaining (at least that I'm aware of). In Lorain, however, Mom stepped outside of the box/house and got herself a job. She was hired at the local newspaper and did advertising layouts. What a transformation. Suddenly, instead of reading the paper and fixating on all the bad things going on in the world, she skipped right past all that and was only interested in ads and how they looked. Not just her ads, she studied the other papers for their ads. She had friends for the first time since I was little. I remember when she went to a Cat Steven's concert with a friend and later confessed that joints were being passed around. We would go to the only good place in Lorain . . . The Lorain Creamery, and get ice cream sundaes and talk about everything. I remember I actually confessed to her that I was interested in a boy who was crazy about another girl. I can still hear her say, "You shouldn't settle for Second Fiddle". Craziest thing we ever did was sign up to take Roller Dancing lessons together. Do you know how hard it is to do ice-skating moves on four wheels? That didn't last so long, she gave herself one heck of a bruising when she fell at her last lesson. It was so great to have my mother as a friend for that short time. I like to think that if she were still alive today we would be friends again, sharing confessions and eating ice cream together.
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