Last night, I wrote a post about being a spinner, and I woke up this morning wondering if that makes me a spinster, so a looked up the definition:
1 : a woman whose occupation is to spin 2 a archaic : an unmarried woman of gentle family b : an unmarried woman and especially one past the common age for marrying 3 : a woman who seems unlikely to marry
I fit at least the firts two definitions, so I was thinking of starting a group called Spinsters on the Web (SOW)–ok, maybe not, but I do like the word “Spinster”
I have been a writer since I was a little girl, but I just learned how to spin this past fall. I took a wonderful weekend class at Esther’s Place, a fiber shop in Big Rock, Illinois. I learned how to use a spindle and a spinning wheel, and I fell in love with both of them. If you ever get a chance to go to Esther’s Place, I highly recommend it. Natasha is a wonderful teacher, the store is wonderful, and they always feed you delicious homemade food, mostly from their farm. As a city girl, I enjoyed getting out of the city for a couple of days. They have a Bed and Breakfast above the shop–what could be better for a fiber lover?