Spinning

I bought a spinning wheel when my first Alpaca arrived. It is a large graceful looking tool that sat in the studio next to the loom, waiting to be used. My new friend came to teach me to spin. What a wonderful and relaxing practice to turn fluffy rovings into yarn. The oil from the wool lubricates itself as it slides through the fingers. Every sense is directed toward making a uniform yarn. We spun lumpy rustic looking yarn at first but it slowly became  more uniform as I practiced.

Tommy, Sancho and Panza were lying around the studio until they heard a clamor of geese and barking dogs outside. They raced through the house to join the activity outside. It was a delivery man that Joe buzzed in through the gate. It broke my concentration. It was lunch time anyway.