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I'll have to have Meredith teach me that trick. I sometimes wish I could spin directly into hats and mittens!


And it's perfect that she's wearing a handknit hat in the picture =)


Oh that imagery is just cracking me up. Hats and mittens! Flying off a wheel!


Can she teach me to spin some mittens? LOL


OMG! I can't believe they actually dropped the Dummer from the school name! I probably find this way too amusing. (Hmm... Now I'm wondering where my friend who went there is at...)


So what wheel/spindle will transform wool into hats and mittens? LOL I think the reporter needed to do some more research. Time for a letter to the editor. ;)


Great pic! The sheep has that "I'm putting up with this for five more seconds, max, IF you're lucky" look that I normally associate with cats. I have known sheep that were as dumb as conventional wisdom has it, but that one looks like it has a few thoughts in its head.

I can see why a school would drop Dummer from its name, but leaving it in would bespeak a certain confidence -- sort of like calling your grocery store Roche Bros.


What an incredibly cute sheep!!


Lovely hat. This must be like spinning straw into gold.


Talk about taking out the middle man ...


Hahaha, stupid muggles.

Alexandra W.

Our local paper published my picture once. I was sitting at my wheel. The caption said, "Alex W. darns yarn for local craft fair."

I told him 3 times that I was spinning--darning was how a person fixes socks.

I think he just watched my chin move up and down while I was talking.

Cheryl Virginia D

I am a spinner and have been told," Look she is looming" Also, a boy about 11 years old was total in awe as I was spinning. He was asking very intelligent quetions one right after another he totally was involved, and I gave him some wool to tease, showed him hoe to card it, and let him have a go at the wheel. The poor kid was yelling for his mom but she was into other things. I, of course, gave him the strand that he tried so hard to spin. It had the slubs but a good attempt. Along comes his mom, and he was tring to explain all he had learned and done and his special strand of yarn; she shrugged him of with this reply,"Oh, I thought they did not make wool anymore." I felt like crying because her son just melted and stuffed his strand in his pocket and mustered up a whisperd Thank-you.

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