I can't spin.
I haven't thrown myself into this whole hog, so I won't give up just yet...
but it ain't looking good for me.
But I know some of you can spin. I've seen it. It's awesome, and it makes me really really want to be able to do it too.
(So, really, my obsession with spinning is all your fault. It makes me feel better to have somebody else to blame for my faults. I was born in the sixties. The late sixties. Almost the seventies. Sort of. But I'm 29.)
So I'll tell you about Annie, who spins. And raises llamas. And has llama fur for sale. In colors. Amazing colors.
And you will be able to partake of her lovely llama fur, and make great things, and then show them to me.
And I'll be happy, and a bit jealous at the same time.
But I'll also be inspired to sit with that cussed spindle yet again to see if I can make anything come off it that even vaguely resembles yarn.