One evening recently, a good friend of mine popped over. When I say ‘popped over’, you need to understand that both she and I are knitters/crocheters, so there is no version of ‘popping over’ that ends quickly or without a drink, a gossip, and a spot of knitting. It was good to see her. (I’m sure you two would like each other if you met.)
Amongst several reasons for her visit, she wanted to meet the new addition to our household. Look!
This beauty was a joint birthday-Christmas gift from several branches of family, and to say that I am ridiculously excited and grateful scarcely even begins to describe the situation. (It’s an Ashford Traditional Double Drive, with Double Treadle kit, fact-fans, and it’s nothing short of splendid.) Much as I was enjoying using the drop spindle…
…I craved the speed and possibilities of a wheel. And wow, is it fast.
Yes, I am very much a beginner. Yes, I can see you sitting there thinking, “What? She hasn’t even managed to [insert name of skill that I’m not even aware that I lack]”. But we all have to start somewhere.
As I said, my friend visited. For the purposes of this blog post, we’ll call her ‘Jo’ because… well, because that’s her name, and it seems a pity to waste it. (You’ve met her before, so I reckon that you’re probably on first name terms by now.)
Jo admired the spinning wheel. Jo and I chatted about the spinning wheel. And then Jo asked the crucial question, “What have you named it?”
Egads! I hadn’t even thought of that. I’m not sure why I hadn’t thought of that, given that I’m prone to naming everything else. Our fruit bowl is called Fergus, and the sieve is Zeldin III. (RIP Zeldin I and Zeldin II, who were long ago dispatched to the great kitchen drawer in the sky.) We’ve even named the children.
But the spinning wheel had no name.
“Jenny, maybe?” suggested Jo, but half-heartedly, because that’s a name that’s probably already been bestowed on a lot of spinning wheels. We pondered for a while, and sipped our drinks. But neither Jo nor I could think of an alternative name.
Are you currently experiencing that uneasy feeling that you’re about to be asked a favour? Well pay attention to that feeling, because it’s accurate. Please will you help me name my spinning wheel? I wouldn’t have troubled you, but I’m so new to spinning that I can’t even tell whether it’s male or female, let alone whether it’s a Miranda, or a Hieronymus, or a Sid, or a Clementine, or a Jane, or a Sir Archibald Mangelwurzel.
Any suggestions would be very gratefully received. Then possibly, we should have a vote. Thank you.
And no, I’m not going to call it Spinny McSpinface.*
∗ (BBC News story here, in case you missed that one.)