About me

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.