Since setting up the wheel, I've tried to learn to spin. Just getting the rhythm of treadling has taken a little while. Remembering to feed in regularly is plenty for my hands. In order to avoid having to draft at the same time--which felt like patting my head, rubbing my belly, and tap dancing at the same time--I first tried spinning with pencil roving.
Then I plied the yarn, using the suggestion to ply with two different colors in order to see the amount of twist evenly. Although I'm not especially fond of marled yarn, when I make it myself it is much more appealing. I'm pretty pleased! Should I knit a hat? A little felted bag? Perhaps weave a little purse?
With my new-found confidence, I tried drafting a sample of who-knows-what wool that I acquired at the spinning class. Yikes! I won't subject you to more.
Meanwhile, to keep my 7yo son interested while I was trying to learn to spin (and because I really can't talk about much else right now anyway), I taught him everything I know. I figured he would enjoy treadling since he has really loved his bicycle recently.
What I did not expect is the beautiful yarn he would make. Gorgeous singles.
His yarn, cast on to the homemade needles. He's knitting a scarf with his yarn. Impressed?