Birthday

My husband was so pleased last year when he got me a swift and ball-winder (not having any idea what they were, but being assured by some clerk that a knitter would like them) and saw what a huge success that gift was.

So this year he went one step farther.

After my initial two hours of child-like delight (it took me at least 45 minutes even to think of opening any other presents) we started watching the instructional video which also has instructions for assembling looms. "Hmm, is weaving next?" he said.

"I may now have enough addictions for one human being," I said. "Spinning is just as bad as knitting."

"What do you mean?" he said. (He really loves my knitting. I'm not sure exactly what pleases him about it so much, except that it's a relatively new interest and he likes seeing how far I've come in a couple of years. He also likes the whole hand-made low-tech gadget element of it. Well, he likes gadgets, period.)

"You know all those boxes of yarn upstairs?" I said. "Well, now there will have to be boxes of roving as well. And then it will be spun into yarn. And then I will have to knit that."

"Oh," said my husband.

Of course, before that vision is fulfilled, I will actually have to learn how to spin...