spinster (1) i’ve recently bought a spinning wheel. i’m not talking about a modern metal exercise machine but an old fashioned wooden yarn-producing machine. this is quite a peculiar choice of hobby as i can always tell by people’s response to me mentioning it – and by my considerations of who to mention it to in the first place. my passion for knitting already throws people quite often because somehow they struggle to reconcile my […]
once this week i learnt how to use a spinning wheel; my clown mug got a crack; a lemon butterfly was born too early and died in the cold; a broken-winged seagull crashed into the river.