All The Cool Kids Do It

This is one of those New Year's Resolutions that I never come up with until the New Year is about three months old.  I hereby proclaim that 2009 will be the year I learn to spin.  Lately I can't swing a dead cat without hitting some new information/publication/fascination on spinning.  Not that I swing dead cats all that often; but you get the idea.  I called my friend Carson to see if he could talk me down.  "How long have you wanted to spin?" he asked, trying to guage the severity of my infection. "I can't remember.  I got hold of some sheeps wool once when I was about four and wore it out by spinning and respinning it...Cotton balls were never safe from me at the time, either."  "Too late," he said.  "You're already in the advanced stages.  Nothing for it but to get yourself a drop spindle and see what happens."  Dontcha just love a good Enabler? 

I still tried feebly to control myself:  I really do not need another fiber habit to support.  Phillip, who doesn't know about drop spindles-as-gateway-drugs, thought that I had to buy a wheel to start spinning (I have not corrected this misconception - what am I, New?).  He asked me what in the world we could get rid of to make room for a spinning wheel.  I suggested the sofa: we spend too much time sitting around anyway.  Dead Silence.  A dog barked in the distance.

Then I had an opportunity to order this book, and my resolve began to crack:

I had the honor of meeting its author, the esteemed Ms. Judith MacKenzie McCuin at Madrona, only last month.  I took it as a sign that I was predestined to own her book.

It's only a book, after all.  We are pretty self-indulgent in my family, where reading is concerned.  One more fiber-related tome might not even be noticed among the rubble, were it not for the conversation about replacing the chesterfield with a saxony wheel.

Then I talked to Carson again, who kindly checked in to see how his patient was.  We formed Big Plans, he and I, for continued adventures around spinning. There will be much to tell.  For now, he prescribed the purchase of this:

Yummy, no?  I'm feeling better already.  You can find it here, along with all its gorgeous friends. 

Naturally, to go with it, I had to order this:

which I'm told is Ashland Bay Colonial Top.  I do not care what it is, as long as it's on the way to my house.  Look at the beautiful colors!

Clearly I have stepped onto the slippery slope, but you never can tell - I still might not like spinning, and get over it right away.  Or else pigs might fly outta my butt.