I saw a guy on the subway with a spindle. He was spinning a mouse-gray fiber into yarn. I asked if it was dog hair. He said no, it’s just wool. The spindle wobbled; I watched the wool turn into yarn. “I like to spin while moving,” he said.
I saw a guy on the subway with a spindle. He was spinning a mouse-gray fiber into yarn. I asked if it was dog hair. He said no, it’s just wool. The spindle wobbled; I watched the wool turn into yarn. “I like to spin while moving,” he said.