luxe

quicky here…i come from a long line of non-apologizers. that said, in the last 10 years, i have made an active effort to always apologize when i am wrong, or act like a jackass. in addition, i am well known to bitch at jake for talking shit on our electronics, appliances, cars, etc, for “sucking” in whatever context. he will say that they are a piece of crap, or whatever. i believe that they will have their electronic feelings hurt, and really suck. i say that they are doing their best, doing their job, stuff happens to everyone. for some reason, i make more excuses for animules and inanimate objects than for people. anyway, i have been complaining about my spinning wheel. it rocks and squeaks and just doesn’t spin very smoothly. first, i thought it was that i was spinning on carpet. i finally went to staples and got one of those mats meant for under your wheely office chair. i also put a anti-slip thing under my wheel. no better. no better at all. my wheel, not being the lendrum that seems to just be AWESOME was getting shit-talked by me. well. for some reason, in my horrible mood, i thought to check the bolts and nuts on the wheel. um. all. loose. really loose. i got the tool that came with my wheel out of the drawer (can you believe i am organized enough to know where it was?!) and tightened everything up, and….it runs like BUTTA!!!! and i realized that my wheel was doing it’s job. is it fancy? no? it is not the bottom of the line wheel, it is a workhorse, it has never broken. I DIDN’T EVER TIGHTEN THE SCREWS since i got it in june i think, and dumbass me badmouthed the poor thing. let me say, formally, eva….i am so sorry for ever doubting you. your beauty is in your simple, clean lines and dutch charm. you do what you are supposed to do. you are faithful and reliable. you have taken me from not even being able to treadle in both directions, or have the ability to stop you without my hands. you go as fast or as slow as i want you to. you are never angry if i have ignored you for a day or so. you never commented on how terrible my yarns were back then. you told me that all yarn is beautiful. you helped me spin past bad things, sleepless nights, phone calls, new cds and bad tv. you never complained. you did your job. even when i took you to camp and bitched that you sucked. that was a case of a poor workman always blaming her tools. it was never you. you will always be my first. and though you may not be the last, you will always have a special place in my fuzzy little heart.

xo,
n.