Shortly after I got the job as editor of Interweave Crochet magazine back in 2006, I marched into my LYS and bought myself a spinning wheel.

I’d only ever spun on a wheel once or twice, but I was in desperate need of a dramatic way to celebrate, and I decided that this was it. I would learn how to spin on my very own wheel, and delight in the extravagance of whatever that entailed.

Of course, I did not factor in how much time and energy my new job would occupy; I barely touched the wheel during the two years I worked on the magazine. (I suppose that’s a particular kind of extravagance, though?)

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