
Washing a fleece before the first frost
A tub, hot water from the kettle and a slow hour with the fleece.
Hand spinner
I’m Mirta. I spin wool by hand on a drop spindle, and I write a letter most Wednesdays. I sell short guides, a spinning workbook and two video courses.

October 2026 – November 2026

A tub, hot water from the kettle and a slow hour with the fleece.

Thick, thin and thick again, and the one habit that evened it out.

Two cards, a handful of wool and a soft roll to spin from.
September 2026 – October 2026

Hanks on the line, pegs everywhere and a morning of watching the sky.

The flick, the pinch and what to do when it drops.

How tight is tight enough, and how to check it with a ruler.
August 2026 – September 2026

What I spin at night when the day’s work is done.

Why a single thread twists on itself, and how plying calms it.

Sun, burrs and a long summer outdoors, seen up close.





About
I spin wool most days, at the kitchen table in winter and on the step outside in summer. I buy my fleece from small flocks nearby, wash it in a tub, card it by hand and spin it on a wooden spindle that is older than I am. Some of it becomes a poncho. Most of it becomes a ball of yarn for a friend.
The letter is where I write down what the wool taught me that week. The guides and the courses are the part that is useful to you: how to wash a fleece, how to keep a spindle turning, how to ply two threads into one. You do not need a wheel or a farm. You need a spindle, some wool and a little patience.