I brought three different kinds of roving to work with me tonight (merino, a blue faced Leicester/silk mix, and mulberry silk), along with three spindles (and books to read, because I'm me); and I find myself mulling over bits and bobs ...

The most persistent one is how so very -- I don't know, /twee/ some people get about it. Twee and weird. Like how the very first book on the subject I picked up years back kept hammering on about the Old Ways (capitalized, like that), or the ones that ascribe some ~*deep meaning*~ to handspinning.

Now far be it for me to deny others' experiences if the craft is deeply meaningful to them. But it's not /intrinsically/ some deep wisdom from the Old Ways and Old Days. It's a craft, like any other. It's just one that used to be omnipresent and isn't any more.

Honestly the other thing is just how backwards I do things by basically drafting everything manually and /then/ spinning, but that's the one-two punch of learning to spin silk mawata first + having pretty shitty wrists/knuckles/joints. But it works, so eh ~