In the Fairhaven neighborhood of Bellingham, there is this little art gallery of wooden things. The lady behind the counter was knitting and I just had to ask her what she was making. I am such a fiber junky. It was sweater but she had this lovely yarn bowl that was holding her yarn. I have seen yarn bowls before but they are usually pottery. With me being a klutz and the Small Mister who wonders the house, no matter how beautiful, I could not justify a pottery yarn bowl. This wooden bowl is fabulous. My balls of yarn no longer wonder the room as I crochet.
They also had beautiful handmade Turkish drop spindles. I walked away with two. Both are small enough to put in a bag or backpack. I had thought about bringing a drop spindle to the land with us but my favorites are just a bit big and then there is the fiber issue. I have to admit that I had wished I brought fiber when these two lovelies came home with us. But that enabler behind the counter sent fiber as padding with us
But did I use it as padding. OH NO! I spun in our woods. After my work day today, I wish I was spinning in the woods now. Or maybe digging the garden patch for next spring. I felt like I kept stirring up bees.
I actually need to card more fiber. I am spinning yarn for a sweater for my Beloved and I keep back a little bit to spin lace yarn on this little drop spindle for a shawl for me. Maybe I should make socks. I just need the drop spindle practice.