Cross-posted from my group blog
www.busfullofyarn.wordpress.com
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My efforts at Yarn School dye lab. |
Imagine, if you will, a summer camp full of adults doing all the naughty things kids can only dream of… Late nights, indulgent food, our favorite activities, all the friends at which a person could shake a drop spindle. Cookies, cheese, booze and sheep. You can’t swing a ball of yarn at Yarn School without hitting a small clutch of people laughing, talking and creating.
Yarn School is perhaps best described as a small spinning retreat hosted in the Harveyville, KS school-turned-residence-sometimes-camp owned and operated by Nikol Lohr.
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One of the "quirky" Harveyville Project bathrooms. |
I went to a place for spinning and I don’t spin. Much. I certainly didn’t (erm, things might have changed when I fell, swiped my credit card and bought a Fricke) own a spinning wheel. Yarn School for the uninitiated can be a bit intimidating. There is a bit of a cult following here – people who have been to many, many previous Yarn School weekends. When one walks into the old gymnasium there is a circle of spinning wheels whirring contentedly while their operators chat merrily.
I was at a loss.
That didn’t last. Once I got over the chilly temps in the “Seven Dwarfs Room” where I was sleeping, once I acclimated to dinner at 10pm, once I let go and got okay with no schedule that was easily discernible I learned to LOVE Yarn School. People cared. They asked why I wasn’t spinning. They offered to let me try their wheels. They helped. One lovely attendee even sang at me once I’d made my first yarn. I had my own personal sound track and I loved it.
*cough* So, in a couple of weeks you might be seeing a post on my new spinning wheel. What can I say? I’m a sheep.
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The sheep of Cupcake Ranch (the Harveyville Project flock) are a delight! |