Did I ever mention that my spinning wheel is finally here? My beautiful, antique Borghildr? (pronounced "Borihilder", and roll that first R, bitches!) My soul sister's visit was all too brief, but glorious. She spoiled the cats rotten with toys and treats, and I made my famous kick ass steak salad, and we drank mead, made some interesting smoothies involving cashew cream, and watched Vikings. There was also the feeding of strawberries and waltzing across the kitchen floor to Wardruna, all in all a splendid time.
Borghildr (who came with a 4.5 lb bag of roving from my soul sister's mom, the roving itself from sheep they had on the farm when she was growing up) has been cleaned and oiled, though I should probably give her more oil soon. She's got a few kinks, probably due to age and use, but I've learned how to work around them. For example, she's supposed to be set up with a double drive band configuration, but due to her wheel wobble, that's not an option. So I've set her up as a single, with a makeshift tension brake on the bobbin to increase the uptake speed. It's so strange, how familiar I feel with her. It doesn't feel like I am a new owner of an antique wheel, it feels like we've been reunited. She's even appeared in a few of my dreams. It's almost like she's part of me, or a physical manifestation of a part of me. We really are meant to be together <3
Touching love story of girl and wheel aside, everything else is pretty much the same. I had to skip a few weeks of weight lifting due to phlegm and cold issues, but now I'm getting back on track. I'm working on an epic wedding shawl, I made my first ever chicken soup from scratch with no recipe and no idea what I was doing (and it was SO DAMN GOOD I ate 8/10 of it, oops), I'm almost moved entirely out of Harlem, and... yeah, nothing terribly exciting, I suppose.
ok, my splitting headache isn't subsiding very much, so I guess I'm gonna head to bed now. Hopefully I won't have any more stupid dreams about forgetting the combination to my locker in high school, for fuck's sake. Could a dream be ANY MORE BORING?!
Borghildr (who came with a 4.5 lb bag of roving from my soul sister's mom, the roving itself from sheep they had on the farm when she was growing up) has been cleaned and oiled, though I should probably give her more oil soon. She's got a few kinks, probably due to age and use, but I've learned how to work around them. For example, she's supposed to be set up with a double drive band configuration, but due to her wheel wobble, that's not an option. So I've set her up as a single, with a makeshift tension brake on the bobbin to increase the uptake speed. It's so strange, how familiar I feel with her. It doesn't feel like I am a new owner of an antique wheel, it feels like we've been reunited. She's even appeared in a few of my dreams. It's almost like she's part of me, or a physical manifestation of a part of me. We really are meant to be together <3
Touching love story of girl and wheel aside, everything else is pretty much the same. I had to skip a few weeks of weight lifting due to phlegm and cold issues, but now I'm getting back on track. I'm working on an epic wedding shawl, I made my first ever chicken soup from scratch with no recipe and no idea what I was doing (and it was SO DAMN GOOD I ate 8/10 of it, oops), I'm almost moved entirely out of Harlem, and... yeah, nothing terribly exciting, I suppose.
ok, my splitting headache isn't subsiding very much, so I guess I'm gonna head to bed now. Hopefully I won't have any more stupid dreams about forgetting the combination to my locker in high school, for fuck's sake. Could a dream be ANY MORE BORING?!
