I picked her up yesterday. Isn't she lovely, she is a pre 1980 Ashford Traditional. She is gleaming after being oiled and she makes the most gorgeous purring noise when the flyer is whizzing around. And the foot treadle has a tiny little squeak that I find very endearing for some reason. Last night I sort of walked around her in a wide berth for a while, a bit scared. Then I had another read of the book I bought for reference. Then I stared at her a bit more, then I finally plucked up the courage to have a go.
I grabbed a handful of fleece, combed the ends, took a deep breath and had a try. After about 20 minutes of broken yarn and two left hands a sort of rhythm developed that I think is how it's meant to be, in a crude sort of way. Result is half a bobbin of sort of yarn... I think it's a bit overspun and it's a bit fuzzier than it's meant to be, but it's yarn! Today the aim is to spin another half bobbinful then have a go at plying them together. That is, when I can get a turn - Meshell has commandered her today - she is having a lovely time spinning some of the gorgeous hand dyed roving she has bought.
I'm dying to get mine plyed, having never attempted that before. And also, because I spun greasy fleece, I'm looking forward to washing it to see what effect that has on the spun yarn.... I wonder if that will fluff it up a bit maybe. Anyway, I'll post a few photos of my maiden attempt in the next post.
Now, one last thing, the spinning wheel is definitely a 'she', and she needs a name. Probably an old fashioned but strong/dependable sort of name. I can't think of one.
How about I throw this out to anyone that visits my blog: if you want, leave a comment with a suggestion of a name for her, and the one that I like the most will win a small giftie.
Oooo, it's so exciting learning a new thing! :-)