You Think That's What You Want...

Those of us who spin are often alone in this world.  Let's face it...outside our own little circle, there aren't many who "get" what we do.  It can be a rather solitary sort of existence.  

(Insert Pensive Expression Here)

When we do find others of our kind, it is a happy day!  And to think that one might someday actually have roommates who share a love of all things wheeled or woolly?  Well, that is just too good to be true, golly-gosh-'n-darn-it-all!

(Insert Gleeful Giggling Here)

Except that it isn't always exactly what you'd pictured.  Any thoughts you may have had around hours and hours of wool production and communal spinning are mere fantasy in some cases.  My own roommates are most invested in the spinning.  They love it.  And it is not at all helpful to me.  

I cannot even get to my wheel these days.  It is not even worth trying.  The ongoing standoff over who gets to snooze in the spinning chair is getting ugly.

That is a crossfire through which you don't want to find yourself meandering.

This rather tense situation has put me significantly behind in the plying.  There is still quite a bit of Shetland/Silk left to twist up.  I'd promised myself to wait for pictures until it was all done.  At this rate, though, I question whether that is ever going to be possible.  It seemed best that I snap a few shots of the single skein to my credit at this point and then hope that the resident felines take up some other hobby in the near future.  I don't much care what they choose.  They can become professional skeet shooters if they want to.  

It'd probably be less dangerous...

Resigned to my single-skein-state, I dutifully twisted it up all purty-like and laid out the photo-snappin' cloth.  I carefully arranged the precious bit of wool that represents the generous spirit of Cathy The Amazing Wool Gatherer, reached for the camera and snapped that first picture:

At first, I failed to see that little bit of white on the right of the frame....

But then that "little bit of white" became something more along the lines of "a big, orange and white obstruction."  I knew then that one of my wool-loving roommates had decided to help out with this next part of the spinning process.

It was kind of hard to miss.  We don't call him The Absurdly Gi-Normous Kitty for nothing, after all.

My assistant then began to fuss with the yarn and to adjust it a bit.  Who knew that my big, galumphing galoot of a cat had the soul of an arteest?

I guess he just hadn't found his milieu until recently...

Finally, he pronounced the set "ready."  I was instructed to proceed with the shoot.  

So I did.  

I guess I did say that I wanted them to get hobbies.  But I was really thinking of something more along the lines of "things that will get them out of my way so I can spin."  Photography and Set Design are nice pastimes.  In fact, they might even lead to a great career for the AGK.  He could support his mother in her golden years.  

But I kind of miss being able to spin.

SA