i went, i saw, and i was slain.
this is marcy’s alden amos wheel. she left it alone in a huge room full of spinners for the better part of saturday. so i tried it.
i do not hold myself completely responsible for the shameful thoughts that passed through my mind while she was gone—who could blame me? suffice it to say that marcy is really, REALLY lucky that i drive a compact.
i’ve been thinking about getting a production wheel since rhinebeck, when monica and i had 4 days to talk over, in depth, the pros and cons of the wheels we have, and what we might gain from graduating to something faster and more powerful.
we both have similar interests in spinning—we both like to spin fine and to put ourselves and our tools to the test. we are fascinated by all the minute difference between fibers, and testing all the little manipulations that cause changes in the spun yarn—we can talk about that stuff for hours. we both spin to knit, so we like to be exacting most of the time. we both own the same wheels now, and are finding similar limitations in using them for spinning very fine yarns. we are both kind of searching for a more perfect wheel. we talk about it a LOT.
we are such geeks. and we SO don’t care.
therefore we were both delighted to have a chance to try out several wheels we were not familiar with at SPA. even better that we were sharing a room and could then go over all the little details we noticed about each one.
there was carol’s reeves wheel.
we tried this one first. it is very nice. i didn’t want to fiddle with the tension carole had set on it, which was so whisper-light that you would think there was nothing happening. the ability to set the tension so low would be a great thing for spinning cashmere and angora, or any short fiber—it is possible to have virtually no tug at all on the yarn.
then i spun for a little bit on juno’s merlin tree canadian production wheel. sadly, i do not have my own picture of this robust beauty, but you can see it here. very nice indeed—good for people like me who treadle fast. (yeah—i noticed at SPA that i am a regular lead-foot on the wheel . . .). this wheel has a lot of appeal, but i found the angle of the treadle to be a little too exaggerated, making it hard to pump, even for me, the leadfoot. i’m sure this is something that can be adjusted to the individual.
and then there was marcy’s wheel. i have never been overly-fond of the horizontal wheel structure, or an antique-looking wheel, preferring the more modern look of the schacht or the joy. but let’s face it—all that sort of thing goes right out the window when you are working on the wheel that you are destined to
own marry. i mean. this thing was dreamy. the treadle moved with only the slightest push, the tension was set just right.
i was jealous as hell.
i saw that ad; i could have bought that wheel. but i didn’t. i had ever spun on one.
heh. but now i have. NOW, i’m on the prowl for one . . .
unless dave builds the perfect accelerator wheel for me instead . . .
i did put a bug in his ear about it. we’ll see.
thankfully, there were a few things to distract me from making away with marcy’s wheel while her back was turned.
like watching carol have fun
(i really REALLY hope that carol will love this picture the way i do—i know it’s blurry, but she, kim, and chris are having such a blast—they make me laugh and crave a martini every time i look at them!)
and the knitters—there were tons of knitters. it was hard to get pictures that did not have motion blurs, but then, i like that about these—it was a veritable hive of activity.
i got lots of spinning done myself and some knitting too—but i’ll have to show that tomorrow because the light was already faded by the time i got in today (it was, of course, raining when i got back to ohio).
i also have another few little treats to show you—bits of fiber i bought (i promise, it IS just bits), and things that arrived in the mail while i was gone.
i stopped in albany for a few days with my family on the way back and we had a nice time together too, so, all in all a wonderful trip, and i hope to go back next year.