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It’s something between a joke and a sad truth that when the very word “snowstorm” crosses the lips of the weatherman, every little old man and woman in New England (and likely elsewhere, too) will rush off and stock up on bread and milk. I can see, in the days when milk was delivered, or that bread lacked its modern preservatives, this would be important. As it stands, my gallon of ultra-pasteurized organic 2% and my oatnut loaves aren’t going anywhere, certainly not rancid, snow or no snow. But I’m the kind of girl who keeps an extra loaf of storebought bread in the freezer, just in case.
Well, the word “snow” sent me on a different errand…to the yarn store!
My original plans for this week were to teach a wonderful workshop on Kool-Aid dyeing at Harvard tonight, in between bits of the Lord of the Rings marathon, pick up a rental car on Wednesday morning, take my sweet time getting to Northampton, MA, and upon arrival, pick up the 16 skeins of Cascade Superwash that have been waiting there for me. And maybe a few other things, while I was there. Just a few.
After this, I’d meander through the rolling Berkshire hills, and wend my way to Kripalu after lunchtime to check in and spend some time oogling the class schedule and either being sociable and meeting new people, or curling up with my lovely cherry-red yarn and casting on my Sylvi. Or, meeting those people who were entranced by my knitting – either way works.
But, then the report of SNOW rolled in. 4 inches. 10 inches. 20 inches. The predictions started getting out of hand, and cancellations around Boston were many. And really, the last thing I wanted to do was drive through a bunch of snow at a snail’s pace all across the state. So, first things first, I looked at what time the yarn shop closed. 5:30 pm. It was 2:20, and the yarn shop was 2 hours away. If I missed it today, and the weather was awful Wednesday, I’d have to wait until (gasp) Friday! I had no car reserved for today, and had packed nothing. Could I do it?
I called my stepmother, who had offered me accommodation out next to Kripalu for the night, to avoid the weather. The offer was still good, so I went online. I could get a car at 2:30 for a relatively decent price. Done. I threw my things into my bag, and dashed to the rental counter. 10 minutes later, I had a Ford Focus, reserved for the week. I drove to my house, and in 15 minutes packed my things, and was on the road – 3:00pm. Phew!
I rolled into the WEBS parking lot at 4:50 – plenty of time to poke around the shop, and get the special order straightened out. With yarn in hand, I continued on, with a brief (7 minute) detour to the GAP outlet in Lee to pick up a few cheap tank tops (I realized I’d only managed to pack long sleeves). I made it to my dad’s place by 6:30, and not a flake of snow.
The message of the story, though, is this: I was willing to drive through white-out conditions, for hundreds of miles, in order to get to a yoga retreat. But I was able and willing to drop everything, rework my plans, cancel a workshop, miss out on LoTR, throw my life into a suitcase and go, just so that I’d get my yarn without waiting a few more days. What a junkie.
So, from the name of this blog, you’d think I’m a hardcore spinner. And truth is, I’m not. Shocking, right?
I’m a casual, work-a-day spinner. I love to spin, and I love to acquire things to spin, but there are problems with the process. It’s not very portable, for one, and I can’t do it without looking at it. Which means, no multitasking.
Anywho, no multitasking with spinning, which has meant that it gets relegated to second (third, fourth) banana. But, that just means a need for a paradigm shift, right? Spending time appreciating the task at hand, and not trying to be six places at once. Finding center and stability and patience with a slow and steady task. It’s something that I used to be much better at, and I’ve fallen away from. In fact, it’s the concept of center that led me to choose this blog name in general – I’m a person with lots of things swirling around, and the world itself keeps spinning too. But a balanced wheel (or spindle!) is something with a lot of control, and that’s what I’d like to be aiming for.
This leads me to two exciting upcoming events. The first is tonight – a spinning workshop at Dudley House. This could be perhaps the most well-attended fiber-related event I’ve thrown as a Dudley Fellow, which is surprising, because I’ve never had a single person show up to spin at workshops at Stitch House. I have 9 RSVPs, not including myself and the hubster, so I’m excited! The agenda has some spindling demos, some fiber talk, and my spinning wheel taking the place of honor. Then, we’ll be MAKING OUR OWN SPINDLES! Can you feel the excitement? I’ve got materials for making a dozen simple top-whorl drop spindles – a hardwood wheel, a 9″ segment of 3/4″ birch dowel with a pilot hole drilled in one end, and a 5/8″ cup hook. A dab of glue, and you’ve got a drop spindle!
Next week we’ll be Kool-Aid dying, à la Knitty, so I need to make sure I’ve got enough dyeable stock around that I’m willing to part with; that, or order more.
And after that, I’ll be taking a long-awaited trip out to Western MA to visit the yoga ashram Kripalu. I’m not going for anything special, just to spend a couple of nights in a different place and to take some yoga classes. Ever since my hands have become problematic (2 years and counting, now), my yoga practice has gone downhill (which has probably made things worse). I’d like to get it back into my life, and this seemed like a no-brainer way to do it. For a long time I’ve had the notion of joining their teacher-training course, so I’m hoping this will give me some experience with the way things work there, and let me know if that’s a path I should follow or not. I’m incredibly excited about it, which is great, because I’ve been in a real rut for a long time.
I hope to have some awesome spinning pictures for you guys to oogle later on, so stay posted!