Twenty, almost thirty years ago, I watched a woman spin wool. For hours I was mezmerized. Spinning still has that effect on me. When I feel I lack focus, I spin, it returns to me. When I am happy, I spin; sad, spin.....you get the pattern. When I moved to Los Angeles, spinning and I took a break from each other. Twenty years later, a wheel appeared in my life. I'll never part ways again.
Spinning, teaching, weaving, knitting, dyeing, eating good food with friends, gin and tonic, sitting outdoors in the shade with great food and drink, the right music,
