
Mom has always told us not to spin because as a little girl she ended up with a concussion when she spinned and fell down, hitting a table. Another time when she spinned and fell, she broke her collar bone from the way she landed. But I'm not practicing that kind of spinning. The kind I'm doing earns her approval. A few months ago a friend taught me how to spin. At the time I was borrowing another friend's spinning wheel, and went to another place to use it. By doing that I was able to practice, but now I am pleased to announce that God has blessed me with a spinning wheel of my very own! A friend fixed it up and sold it to me. I think the color of the wood and its extra details are so nice. It will be good for spinning in a cabin during a re-enactment. I've been buying my wool already carded and clean but I want to work on cleaning and carding my own wool. Please let me know if you know of a place where I could find wool, raw or clean, for a good deal.














Making a tree out of leaves.
Creating a camel.




About five days ago I had the privilege of sitting at my grandma's table to sort through my dad's old, old school papers, stories and drawings. It was neat to see the many pictures he drew of fish, the different mediums he used and how some of the work showed signs of who he is now. I put the pictures and things into page sleeves. I enjoyed seeing what Dad used to draw. Isn't it cool to see work on yellowed paper. Grandma says she doesn't know where Dad got his obsession with the Jolly Green Giant, but he was one of Dad's favorite things to draw.



