SPA is always a lovely weekend away with friends and I'm going to tell you…
I have a secret. It’s not a dirty little secret, like my love for the television show Wife Swap, but there is something I haven’t told you.
Remember back at SPA? When I bought the Reeves wheel? Well, another wheel followed me home that weekend. Now before you get all excited and start berating me and calling me a wheel slut, I can explain. It was an accident. See, it went sort of like this – I was bemoaning the fact that I didn’t have a spinning wheel I could use at reenactments. I was
whining commenting that reenacting would be so much fun if I could be spinning. I was saying that no one else in my area spins at events and I knew the spectators would just love it. And, yes, I know that spinning was not largely practiced in homes in Massachusetts by 1860, but it’s still a great teaching tool and I can certainly explain the history of spinning to those that are interested. Hell, I’m a reenactor, this is what I do.
And there sat my dear friend, Mamacate. She was
eavesdropping listening intently to my whines pleas and before I knew it she was whispering in my ear, “I have a wheel that would be perfect for you to use at reenactments. And it’s in my car. And it’s for sale.”
How could I resist? Especially when, on Sunday morning, without even discussing it further with me, she stuck the wheel (which was disassembled and packed in a huge box) in the back of Blogless Sharon’s car. I mean, really. With a
dealer friend like that, who needs enemies. So, now do you see what I mean? It was an accident.
Turns out, though, it was a really happy accident. First of all, I had to learn to put the thing together. Thank goodness I had brought home the Reeves because I had it to use as a guide. The assembly actually wasn’t bad and I learned a lot by doing it – including how to put on a double drive band. Then I ordered some beeswax polish and took it apart again (this time with Dale’s help) and together we treated and polished the very dry wood and now she looks like this:
Meet Tallulah. She’s a Finnish spinning wheel and she is made of birch. Isn’t she lovely?
And, if you’re wondering why I’m teling you this now, after so much time has passed, it’s because Tallulah and I will be making beautiful music together this Saturday at our first living history of the season. We’re both very excited!