Spinning / Walking

When I was out on a walk today I likened my steps to spinning as I watched the beautiful red and yellow leaves spiralling from the trees

Step, step, step, twirl, twirl, twirl. The thread builds on the spindle as the steps of the walk build into the homecoming. I want to try spinning whilst I am walking; my fingers seem to know how to work the spindle without me looking too much. I wonder whether the pace of the walk will influence the spindle or the other way around.

Spinning is both a meditation and a fascination to me that its possible to ‘make yarn’ from a bundle of fluff and I am always drawn to the spindle. The connection for me with earlier peoples using similar equipment to me to make similar yarns fills me with community, connection and continuence.

Indigo dyed fleece being spun on my Turkish spindle

Reflections

I have decided to use my blog as a point of reflection in these times. I have started to weave this year; not an unusual move as my interest in the fundamentals of cloth itself has been a profound factor in my research for many years and continues to be so. The making of cloth has focused me on the process itself and teaching myself to spin both on a drop spindle and a wheel has informed my ideas around my love of earth to object more fully. Hand stitching is still an important part of my practice and I feel that the hand stitching informs my weaving and my weaving informs my stitch. Growing, processing and using my own dye plants is also included and important to me.