My Place

T'was in a city where I was born, but there I never found a home.
My heart had known before my past, that in a city I would not last.
Could it be these feet of mine, would find the sand the place they'd pine?
Alas the beach was not the place, for that my forlorn heart would race.
Canopy of trees, shines filtered sun, a breathe of honeysuckle where I run,
T'was a hoosier I'm meant to be, with clay soil beneath my feet.
Just one acre, my little woods. But this place does suit me good.
And here I'll be a hoosier best, and live my life til time to rest.

Rebecca



Friday, February 22, 2013

I never thought this day would come

This wheel is now sold.
I planned to keep my traditional spinning wheel, forever...well at least until my daughter inherited it. But then, hubby purchased at a flea market an Ashford traveller. But...he bought it to resell. He wouldn't bring it in the house! He knows how I am. He has seen my yarn stash grow, then I started scrapbooking and he saw that stash grow. Then I started spinning and he saw that stash grow. Then I wanted to make stitch markers and that stash grew. He does not understand stashes. He doesn't want to either. So...he wouldn't let me begin a wheel stash. Sigh... I should have started stashing with wheels first. Now I know...

But money has been tight, and I said...just bring the traveller in. I will clean it up for you. It needed a few minor things, like the piece for the footman, and oil, and a good clean up. I told him it would sell quickly, no worries. But as I cleaned I started to admire it more and more. I tried it out, to make sure all was in working order. As I rubbed that wax into it's thirsty wood, I said to him...you know I really admire this wheel. It sure is pretty. I do hope some one gets it that will really enjoy and appreciate it. The more I rubbed the worse I got. Til I found myself, wishing I had not fixed it up for him to resell. Thinking I should have let him just sell it as is, but...I knew the person buying it would appreciate my efforts. Back to rubbing...then hubby peaks around the corner and he recognizes that look in my eye... He softly and sweetly says, iiiiiiiiffff you would like to keep this wheel, that is fine. My heart started beating faster and then I heard him continue to talk...oh why must he continue to talk? It was wonderful to just leave it right there, but noooo he had to say more. This is where the word "But" comes in...not a good word most of the time. 
He says, but you will need to sell the ashford traditional. 
Sigh....I do understand. No more room for more stashes and we need the money. That's why I started cleaning this wheel. So I did some research, wondered if I could ever live with out my ashford traditional, debated which wheel to keep, stayed awake til 3AM deciding...
Mainly due to wanting to take a wheel with me to places, I decided to keep the traveller. So I am parting with my traditional. I hope I do not regret it later. So....if your interested in a wonderful wheel and will lovingly cherish her I have one for sale. The day I thought would never come, is here. I am selling my ashford traditional wheel. I then rubbed her down,oiled her up, gave her a new leather piece for the footman, tied a new orifice hook to her upright,  new springs for the scotch tension and posted her on Craigslist. It's funny that I had become so attached to her. I know it is just wood...but it's different with wheels. 
If you think you would love having her to spin on, I am asking xxxxxxx and would prefer local pick up only at this time. Here are some pics of her. 3 bobbins total included and some merino wool to get you started. 





1 comment:

Carleta3021 said...

Oh what a beautiful wheel! I wish I lived close to you and that I had $300 ;) What a tough choice this must have been for you, but I so loved hearing all about it! Your bling on the traveler is beautiful!