Smatterings

  • a potato on a stick

    A potato on a stick…that pretty well sums up the essence of the spindle.  You know I’m right.  A wad of clay, a potato, a rock, a block of wood; put them on a stick and you’ve got a spindle.  My first spindle, the one I learned on, was a 1"x3"x3" block of wood on a dowell.  It worked great, still does.  Someone in the wood shop at school cut up a bunch of little square pieces of wood, drilled a hole and we slide it onto the stick.  The ends were cut sqare, no pointy end, no hook.  Not long after that, a friend returning from Peru brought me two spindles that were little more than a wad of fired clay that slide onto a hand whittled stick.  The stick was pointed on both ends.  The spindles were bottom whorl, rigged (if that is the word) by hand, no hook needed.  I LOVE tools, the more basic the better.  This said, here’s what I bought at Rhinebeck.  I have been eyeing the beautifully carved, incredibly simple, turkish spindles.  Now, this one is mine.

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    Compared to the beautiful little spindles we buy from Forrester, Golding, & Bosworth, these are heavy.  But, heavy is good if you have a hairy fiber with a bit of grease in it.  The women who use them, use them well… spinning beautiful fine yarns.  Often, the arms are chipped.  I’m told that this is comes from the spindle being tossed off the roof or balcony of the spinners dwelling, not in anger, but in an effort to get the longest possible draw.  LONG DRAW!!!  It boggles my mind.  Apparently, they sometimes hit the side of the building while twirling their way down, chipping a bit as they bounce along.  They do spin forever.  Imagine having to go down the stairs and out into the street to reclaim your spindle after a poor toss.

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    This particular spindle was sold as an antique. I prefer the word "used" or maybe "older".  The date it was carved or perhaps given to the spinner is carved into the side of one arm.  Not "antique".

    These spindles are workhorses.  Lots of spin and lots of room for yarn.  When you remove the spun yarn from the arms, it’s ready to ply, both ends accessible.


    15 responses to “a potato on a stick”

    1. Such beauty was hiding out in those shopping bags!
      Please, no climbing up onto your roof!

    2. Nice! 1969 may not be antique for a person, but for a little bit of wood that’s been routinely thrown off a roof, I would think 1969 would qualify. 🙂 What a neat thing.

    3. What a lovely spindle! I love carved wood that has been held and used and worn in a little.

    4. Crap, why did you show me that? I don’t like Turkish spindles. Why why why?
      Where did you get it from? I must give them money.

    5. Manise

      Oh, Judy. You crack me up! Your descriptions of things certainly conjure up some very amusing visuals. Great spindle- what vendor was selling those?!

    6. That’s very cool. I’d like to see you spin with it in person, please.

    7. So will you spinning from trees now? LOL What a beautiful find! I’m getting ever more tempted to at least try one. I barely have time to knit, now B is joking about wheels. Right…

    8. Beautiful!!! Who would have thought that these spindles were tossed off the side of a balcony…LOL! Fiber people are creative if nothing else!

    9. Ok. That’s it. All of you spinners are to cease and desist right this minute. Stop all the tempting descriptions and the lovely pictures of “antique” spindles and gorgeous roving. I’ve had it! I’m this close to taking up spinning myself and you know what that means! Do I have to pull this car over?
      Ahem. Really interesting post, Judy. Love the spindle…

    10. I am particularly fond of the carvings and the lovely patina on that spindle. Enjoy spinning on it!

    11. I think I would rather toss a potato on a stick off the roof, than that beautiful turkish spindle!! It is beautiful, makes me wonder what the mileage is on it….

    12. Tossed off the roof! What a great visual.

    13. Intrepid Fiberwizard, Teyani, sent a link to see this spindle – I think she wants my DH, Ed to make something similiar for her. Dropping it off the balcony; I should be so creative. I’ve been working at getting a long draw, so far six feet is max – when I climb on the chair. 🙂
      I’m so glad you wrote this post! I want the world to know what a wonderful spindle the Turkish spindles are. (It’s a bit disconcerting that they’re not native to Turkey.) Ed makes Turkish Spindles and he’s also working on the design of Ladakhi spindles from the Himalyas. http://www.jenkinswoodworking.com

    14. Oh my god, Judy! That spindle is stunning. As you can see, I’m only just starting to catch up on the bloggy bits of life, so I know this is way, way out of date, but I just couldn’t let this go by without commenting. It’s just too charming. What a great find.

  • walk with me wednesday

    Business kept me driving from client to wholesaler, then on to search for inspiration.  After seeing so many holiday supplies, I needed to clear my head.  I am not ready to switch to red ribbon, wreaths and glitz.  Not. ready. Not. yet.  So, I went for my walk.

    For many years, in every season and any weather, if I can get to these cliffs and rocky beaches, I do.  They are salve for my soul. 

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    When I got to the beach a surprise was waiting..

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    ****  I can see from the comments here that I ‘d better clear this up before
    rumors begin.  You guys have WILD imaginations.  There isn’t any seal
    blood, no bear scat, nothing of the sort…. just rocks.  When I got to
    the beach, somebody had arranged the different colored rocks into lines
    of reds, blacks, whites, and yellows.  All natural colored rocks, as
    found on the beach.  Someone with loads of time.  Rivers of stones.

    19 responses to “walk with me wednesday”

    1. I’ve heard of lines on the ceiling and lines on the face but lines on the beach? This is a new one on me.

    2. Follow the Yellow Brick Road?

    3. cyndy

      I’m mystified…did a sea creature leave a trail for you? Love the rocky beaches, I want to pick up some stones to take home.

    4. You are being mysterious this morning. OR I have not had enough caffeine. Probably a bit of both!
      Beautiful walk! Soothing even to MY soul!

    5. Manise

      It looks like the tide made a lovely “vein” of stones for you. But the black thing? Is it an urchin or baby bear poop? Inquiring minds want to know 🙂

    6. Hm… looks sorta like a blood trail – seals?

    7. The lovely colored rocks as a seal trail? I like that idea! (not the blood, but the trail!)
      🙂

    8. Thanks for the Wednesday walk! That was an awesome gift from mamma nature!

    9. The beach looks beautiful and so soothing. I always find some measure of peace near the water as well.

    10. …salve for your soul. certainly. nature does that for me, too!
      Love the post.

    11. People are extraordinary, aren’t they?
      Thanks for walking….

    12. That is cool. I’ll put my walk up this evening as I didn’t get a chance this morning. I couldn’t upload anymore pictures and the Mr. was so tired he went straight to bed.

    13. Glad you got to see some serenity in the midst of your busy day….

    14. It’s a beautiful and creative thing some secret person is doing each day. We walked on the beach in Marblehead yesterday. It’s seems like a lifetime ago but it was so beautiful.

    15. I went for my walk today and you will smile when you see my pictures later today…LOL

    16. Love the rock trails – the effect of the colors. That person is someone I would love to meet.
      Didn’t get out to walk today and forgot the camera yesterday. My “walk with Judy” Wednesdays are not working as planned. Next week!!!

    17. I’m glad you explained that, I was thinkng about it on my walk today. BTW, so nice to meet you again.

    18. Ahhhhhhhhh. Thank you for your pictures and notes of soothing descriptions. I am well relaxed after viewing/reading your blog entry this day. 🙂

    19. Such a beautiful, spiritual spot, thanks for sharing. The lines look like veins of color.

  • rhinebeck, oh my..

    Since I just magically erased my Rhinebeck post, and it was a good one, and I have to start over because I haven’t learned my lesson yet and this half caff coffee is frankly NOT doing the trick, this post will be late and maybe shorter than the original.  Too bad, Rhinebeck is not something to be short changed.  Luckily there are loads of posts, or will be, about the phenomena that is Rhinebeck.  Cassie and Kim have written beautiful posts that say what I want to say, so go read them.  Rhinebeck begins for me on Thursday afternoon; that’s when I pick my sister up at the airport.  This is one thing we do together, alone, no husbands and kids.  I order lobster rolls for Friday, as a launch lunch, the first stop on our way.  Perfect.  Then we drive.  Traveling weather, the past couple years has been sort of lousy, rain, wind, that sort of thing.  But Rhinebeck, of all the fairs, has the advantage of being the autumn festival, and the colors in the Hudson Valley are always wonderful.  From the moment I walked into the hotel and saw the gaggle of knitters, spinners, and bloggers gathered in the lobby, I felt at home.  It’s like that.  Even the newbees aren’t new anymore.  There have been so many gatherings, festivals, spin ins, knit outs and whatever, that most everyone feels a part of it.   Pretty amazing, actually.  I heard bits of the same conversation over and over.. it sort of went like this: "I was always the last one chosen when it came to teams, you know, I was the easy out, the kid with the braces, the one that couldn’t hit the ball, the shy one, the (fill in the blanks here).  But here, I am at home."  That kind of thing.  Can you feel it?  There are the stories, the sharing, the hugs.  Friends you haven’t seen for a year, a month, friends you’ve never seen, and friends you didn’t know you had.  That’s the Rhinebeck experience, the part that is apart from the festival.   

    The fair…. this year it was so packed it felt like Maryland.  By 2pm on Saturday I realized that I hadn’t left the hill.  I had covered only one barn, two food vendors and the bloggers meetup.  Terrific meet up.  Kim has the same pic but with me, Margene and Ann

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    Rhinebeck and the US for that matter, finally have some Wensleyday sheep.  Most of the time I see Lincoln X and I haven’t been terribly pleased with the fleece.  These little guys are wonderfully soft.  I originally learned to spin so that I could knit with Wensleydale.  It holds a special place in my heart.  I love the drape and it is hard to find it in different weights and colors.  A fleece from one of these guys is on my future.

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    By the end of the day Sunday, I had sort of skimmed through all the barns.  Somewhere around 3:30 pm I ended up sitting on a curb outside Barn 31… it was all I could manage.  This was still all I could see, in every direction.  Amazing.

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    This post is about to fizzle out, I just finished work, dinner is not ready and I’m thinking I probably won’t make it to Tuesday night knitting in favor of putting my feet up.  Maybe more Rhinebeck on Thursday.  Tomorrow is Wednesday, walk with me, will you?

    15 responses to “rhinebeck, oh my..”

    1. I love your “legs” picture! It was such a wonderful time, wasn’t it? The best part is, we can start counting down for next year 🙂
      I finally will have a Wednesday off for walking…yipee!!

    2. What a wondeful time it sounds like! One of these years I will make it there.

    3. Great to see and hang out with you and Linda! And you’ve inspired me to finally get cracking on a Wool Peddler’s Shawl.

    4. I’m walking with you. You captured the hit and run feeling of the weekend.

    5. cyndy

      Love the pictures, esp. the one of the Wensleydales, and wished I could have seen them for real. Will walk on Wed…and please do more Rhinebeck on Thursday! (those of us who could not go have to experience it vicariously…)Sounds like you had a great time!

    6. It was great to meet you – and talk to you!

    7. Manise

      It was deliriously fun this weekend and the instant friendships made were and are the best! It was great spending time with you and Linda and getting to know you both at Wine beck as well as dinner on Friday night. I can’t believe I spaced your offer to check out the skeins in your trunk- I so would have bought more with the advantage of seeing it in the flesh. Must have been high on “friendship” fumes.

    8. Fabulous, all of it. But especially the spending time with friends. You and Linda are equally charming.

    9. I am so glad to have finally met you! We too were overwhelmed and happy and tired by the end of the day. What fun, though.

    10. I especially love the legs photo. So perfect!
      It is truly amazing the feeling of contentment all through the weekend, isn’t it? I miss it already. I feel a bit like I’m mourning this week.
      I look forward to “our” walk tomorrow!

    11. Skeins in the trunk, hmmmm?
      😉

    12. I don’t know what the “lost” post said, but this one said it pretty well! Especially about the feeling meeting all these kindred spirits! (What yarn in the trunk…did I miss something?!)

    13. Glad you had fun. Rhinebeck looks so fun and the gatherings that happen sound like the best part of it all.
      I’m going to try to get out for a walk tomorrow, but I can’t guarantee that Blogger will let me upload pictures between 10am and 5pm. That seems to be the worst times to try.

    14. I’m so glad I had the chance to chat with you, and to meet Linda too. You are wonderful company!

    15. So nice to spend time with you and Linda again.

Our lives are dyed the colors of our imagination.” ~ Marcus Aurelius

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