When I first moved to Oregon in 1975 I needed to find
a place for my creative spirit to soar.
This little historic school house in Damascus, Oregon
pulled at my heart strings.
I would pick up my spinning wheel once a week and
venture out to the country to sit by the wood stove on
a large round braided rug to spin the day away.
I loved it out there, but then life takes different twists
and turns; soon my children were old enough for me
to return to school and find a career.
The spinning wheel became a decorative piece in the living room.
It sat idle for 40 years while I raised my two children,
got a degree in apparel design, and worked.
Now with retirement and other life goals accomplished
I am returning to that creative spirit.
This spinning wheel was made just for me by a metal patternmaker
in Kansas many years ago.
It was made from aged cherry wood and I love it.
Though I just spun with no plan for the yarn, I just love the colors
all gathered together in this yarn.
I find my spinning wheel needs some tender loving care and repair,
but I can't believe I am spinning again.
Do you have something you had to give up
and your hearts desire is to resume?
Notice what you notice in your hearts desires.
Happy weekend, dear friends!
