I'm gonna love him, and squeeze him and call him George

John Steinbeck and I have had a thing since I was 12, probably because I can relate to his experiences of living in a farm community.  Don't judge me.

(News flash, Jeff apparently doesn't know who John Steinbeck is.  How we've gone 3 years without me knowing this is a gut wrenching mystery, and must be mended on our next trip to the library.  Don't fight it.  You're going to read East of Eden and enjoy it, dammit.  ....Love you!)

So last weekend after a few crappy shifts at the jobjob, I was feeling pretty blech, and decided to get a used spinning wheel that I had my eye one for about two weeks.  It's called a Bea Modern, and from what I've heard, it's pretty popular in the Netherlands, where the lady selling it is from.

I know I'm not punctuating my sentences with multiple exclamation points (!!!!!) or CAPS LOCK.  AND BRIEF SENTENCES, but I'm freakin' excited about the possibility of not hand spinning unless I want to.  The spinning wheel comes with three spindles and a lazy kate, and for 50 bucks more I could have bought an umbrella winder and a ball winder.  But I don't have the space...yet.

Honestly, just thinking about finally having a spinning wheel makes me fidget and want to buy my weight in fleece.  The joy and excitement that I'm feeling could only possibly be matched by the joy I'll feel on my wedding day or the birth of my children.  Maybe.

I'm still not really sure where I'll be putting the spinning wheel, because my apartment is basically 25X25.  Yeah, hole in the wall.  But if Jeff and I stay in Arizona, we'll be moving to a larger apartment in the same complex, so then I should have more room, but alas, no yarn room, yet.