Mom, Tall One, and I went to the Skagit Valley Highland Games today. These are my favorite Games, partially because I learned to spin yarn there in past years. So I naturally dropped by the spinning tent today...and got called a nasty name. To be fair, though, I sort of deserved it. Sort of.
When I got to the another young woman was in the middle of a quick lesson about how to use the spinning wheel. I watched, then kind of almost wandered off when she was through.
"Don't you want to try?" I was asked.
"Yes, but I was also shy." I intentionally neglected to mention that I own my own spinning wheel and know how to use it.
So I was treated to a lesson in how spinning wheels work, and how to spin. I also learned a way of spinning more quickly than I have known how.
I would like to point out that, if I had been up front with my skills, I probably wouldn't have learned that bit. Which I now need to go home and practice. :)
Once that brief explanation and demonstration was over I was allowed to sit down at the spinning wheel. At that point it quickly became obvious that I knew what I was doing, and am certainly not a beginner.
That's when I got called names.
More details about the Games to come soon.