I have, believe it or not, been avoiding spinning lately. I left my wheel in its bag for three whole weeks after the last spinners’ guild.

Why, you ask?

Because I am currently knitting an endless sleeve, and don’t want to feel any more desperately behind the stash expansion.

But then, about two weeks ago, the wheel reemerged. I plied, then I spun, and then I plied some more. On Saturday, I set the twist for the next sweaters’ worth of yarn.

And then the wheel was looking at me. It was out, and it wanted to be used. How could I resist?