As I may have mentioned, our first stop on the way to Gettysburg was The Mannings. We had gone their last year and I was completely overwhelmed at the amount of yarn. The place just seemed to go on and on and on. Books and yarn and notions and needles and more yarn. Needless to say, I was anxious to go back. And, while recalling the place, I was wracking my brain to remember if they had spinning supplies. I remembered that there was a room that I didn’t bother even entering last year, but I couldn’t remember why not. I just recall that I wasn’t interested at all. Things certainly have changed in a year, because, as it turns out, that was The Spinning Room.
The Spinning Room is full of spinning wheels. Full. There are Ashfords and Louets and Schacht and Schacht-Reeves and Kromskis and Lendrums. There are drum carders and hand carders and looms. And next to each wheel is a little basket of roving just waiting to be spun. Of course I just had to try out a couple but I liked this one the best.
That’s the Schacht-Reeves Saxony 24″ in Cherry Finish. It is amazing. Sigh. It is also $1,100.00. Sigh.
So, while I didn’t buy a spinning wheel, I did buy some other stuff. There was roving, naturally.
And, since I’m dyeing to try dyeing, I bought 4 bags of plain white coopworth. I’ll be playing mad scientist with this stuff very soon.
Of course I had to buy something that would have that lovely sheep-y smell. You all know the smell I’m talking about. Here’s a beautiful bag of raw fleece.
I just love it and the color is awesome and the smell makes me swoon. I can say that to you guys because you won’t think I’m crazy. Right? I’m not crazy for loving the smell of a sheep, am I?
They also have loads of sock yarn and I just couldn’t pass up these.
Koigu and Mountain Colors Bearfoot and Opal Handpaint. Good stuff, that. And I needed more sock yarn, I really did.
Here’s the kicker, though. We were in and out of The Mannings in 20 minutes. Yup, twenty minutes. I tried 3 spinning wheels, bought 5 bags of roving and 5 skeins of yarn in twenty minutes. This is what you do when you have a husband chomping at the bit to get to Gettysburg. I figured I was lucky that he agreed to stop there at all and I wasn’t about to push my luck by dawdling. But, really? He could have left me there for the weekend in the room full of wheels and I’d have been a happy girl.
I know you all know what I’m talking about.