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I am not an expert on ANYTHING. Therefore, what you see on these pages and in these posts is not intended as anything other than a depository for all of the stuff running around in my head. You will see the good, the bad, and, well....Solomon. It is not my intention to present myself as anything other than a somewhat confused, often wrong-headed participant in this crazy scheme of cobbling together a hobby farm. In fact, it would be best to read this not as a good example, but as a dire warning of what NOT to do.

There are many, many blogs written by folks who have better tools, equipment, judgment, experience, and sense. Read those if you want to learn something. Read this if you want to laugh, roll your eyes, and thank your lucky stars YOU didn't do it.

Saturday, August 20, 2011

Frustration

So the next step in this alpaca adventure is to learn to spin.  Mom bought a new spinning wheel, and I, being a dutiful daughter, assembled it.  The assembly of the wheel was a lot easier than learning to spin.  45 minutes into it, and I'm ready to thorw in the towel, or the roving, as it were. 

I researched the history of spinning, and learned that the art is an ancient one.  It is humbling to know that people thousands of years ago were able to master this, and I can't even get the yarn to go around the bobbin.  Maybe I'm not giving it much of a chance, but right now, it's too hot and I'm too tired to mess with it.   The yarn store owner who hooked us up with this spinning wheel told us that she knows lots of people who use spinning as stress relief.  Riiiight.  We'll see. 

I refuse to become obsessed with it.  I refuse to become obsessed with it.  I refuse to become obsessed with it.....
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