Every Saturday morning, I drag my worn out behind from my comfy bed, swiftly drink a cup of coffee, torture my hair to lie flat, throw quarters for parking into my pocket, pack up my wheel and wool and head down to the yarn store to spin.
As tired as I am after working a full week, I force myself into this activity, because really, therapy doesn't get better than this. I get more out of three hours with this diverse group of women than I get out of the Candy Man or weekly therapy. I live for Saturdays. The spinners have the store to themselves for the first hour and then the knitting circle joins the room. The spinners, close to ten of us each week, are by far the most boisterous and daring; willing to tackle any subject.
This week's three hour session covered a vast array of topics from how hula hoops can bruise you, to how we think a dance pole would be a nice addition to the store. For exercise, of course. This then led to the discussion of a Detroit mother who found her naked 14 year old dancing in a Detroit strip club this week.
After awhile, things got quiet with just the gentle click of needles and the distinct sounds of treadles filling the room. All were busy with the industry of making yarn or fabric when Emily, very serious, turns to Sarah and asks, "how many bumps can you fit in your turkey roaster?
Instantly, all is well in the crazy world with questions like this. A simple question, a variable answer and a whole new discussion on non food prep uses for electric cooking appliances and plastic wrap. They're serious fiber artists, of course, and Sarah's turkey roaster has likely never met a turkey. She uses it to dye some of the most glorious wool I've ever spun.
Here's hoping the week ahead holds only simple and pleasant questions to ponder or answer.