
Earlier this year I got a fairly distressed text message from my brother, Bob. He was retiring, his last day of work was in two weeks, and then, he would have no value to the world! I got it, retiring can be a really hard life transition, especially if you're managing other big changes at the same time. I felt bad right along with him. But, I was secretly kinda happy. Not schadenfreude, really. It was that I wanted some of his spare time for my own interests. See, my brother is a super woodworker. He has a lathe. I wanted things like drop spindles and yarn bowls to go along with my goaties' fabulous fibers.
Frankly, I started to nag. I needed these things. I sent him links to my favorite shopping spots, The Woolery, Etsy, Paradise Fibers. I mailed my favorite spindle to him. I mailed him pages torn from Spin Off magazine. I even mailed him a bundle of fiber to spin. He asked if I wanted him to start working on making his own sweater from scratch. Not yet, first I want spindles. And yarn bowls.
And finally, one day, he came for a visit. He brought beautiful spindles!
Frankly, I started to nag. I needed these things. I sent him links to my favorite shopping spots, The Woolery, Etsy, Paradise Fibers. I mailed my favorite spindle to him. I mailed him pages torn from Spin Off magazine. I even mailed him a bundle of fiber to spin. He asked if I wanted him to start working on making his own sweater from scratch. Not yet, first I want spindles. And yarn bowls.
And finally, one day, he came for a visit. He brought beautiful spindles!