Sun catching wheel

Monday, August 16, 2010

I can't wholly explain my fascination with old spinning wheels, for I don't sew, I don't weave, I don't know fabrics.  I do like what hands can do, what they promise, and I like the shadows that spokes convey to the wall.  Some say there should be more chairs in this house, and certainly (judging from the piles) there should be more bookshelves.  But I'm giving my wheels their room to spin, to catch the light and fold it.


Woman in a Window said...

I was saying right away as though you might hear me, You like the wheels because of light! It's the light, beth, the light! Or at least it was for me immediately. What might they do left to their own in their own room?

How are you? I read down of your friend and how it is an unsafe life. At times I wish it was safe, if only for a moment or more to shed such news.


Lilian Nattel said...

That's beautiful. I saw a woman on the bus with a tiny portable spinner. She had a handful of wool, and was standing there making yarn.

Beth F said...

I'm happy to see this post. I've been curious about your wheel since I first saw it in one of your photos -- oh a long while ago.

I have a wheel. I used to spin. I knit. I make bobbin lace. I love textiles.

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