Spinning, Again!

For almost four years the beautiful Ashford Traveller single treadle spinning wheel my dear, and now departed, friend Elsie gave me has been sitting quietly in the corner begging me to come back and make some yarn.  We have a fair amount of roving in both white and luscious brown in the workroom closet, as well as some unprocessed fiber. This past week I got going again!

 

You can see that the bobbin with the brown yarn is nearly full.  This is the second bobbin of brown almost ready for plying.  On Friday evening I went to the closet and pulled out a bag of white roving with the plan to spin three bobbins of white yarn to ply with the three bobbins of brown yarn, and then repeat until all the roving is used up.  I think it will make a lovely yarn.

Lately I have been thinking that the time has come to get some projects actually completed rather than holding them in readiness for "some day".  Friday night, probably an hour after bringing the white roving downstairs, I had a very unpleasant episode. 

Sometimes, afterwards, you wish someone had been there with a video camera when something untoward happens so you can observe and figure out how to not have it happen again...or to have something to laugh out loud about in wonder that such a foolish thing happened, and you survived it!

So, I had come downstairs barefooted. After a day of hot feet, I had taken off my shoes and left them by the love seat. Before going back upstairs to watch a little more TV with Dear One I went to the Ladies'.  Coming out of the bathroom I stubbed my toe on the sit-on stool for when you come in the front door and want to take off your shoes (do you see a pattern here?!).  Pain shot up my leg, lifting it off the floor.  I am not good standing on one leg and I flipped around, totally lost my balance, and, once again, fell down flat.  This time I fell flat on my back and cracked my head on the wall and floor, raising a rather impressive goose egg on my skull.

Falling down is such a jarring thing. I do not recommend it.  To anyone, no matter your age and physical condition!  It took me a fair while to get myself together, get into a sitting position, and then butt-walk myself down the hall and into the kitchen where I was able to get onto my better leg and pull myself up by holding onto the island.  What a dumb bunny.  It was actually nauseating, but there was only a little skin skun off one knee and really, no harm done, BUT it really makes me want to work harder and faster on "finishing up" the many projects I have started!  If I am going to take such poor care of my body, one day there will be an accident that does not have these happy-ish consequences...