At the auction house this week I spotted a spinning wheel in the corner. A dusty, unloved spinning wheel but a beauty nonetheless. A knitter I may be, but I don't know the first thing about spinning. Nevertheless, I couldn't resist.
D's Mum, who spins, took a careful look and told me that it was an Ashford wheel and that it seemed in working order. D's Dad, who loves a good auction, bid on my behalf. It was mine for a mere £26.
And now? Having been carefully washed and oiled (again, thanks to D's lovely Mum), it sits in the corner of my craft room. Waiting for me to gather together enough free moments. Soon, little spinning wheel, soon.