It might seem like spinning wheels are born, as are fairies, every time a baby laughs. They descend to earth in a shower of gold, clothed in cloud-like splendor, and spin flawlessly forever.
Hem. About that.
In reality, and maybe this is just user error on my part, spinning wheels are born of practice, sweat, and maybe some gentle swears. (Or not so gentle. Cough cough.) They might even be born in tears of frustration. The point I'm trying to make is that a little big of struggle--especially with moving parts--is completely normal. Working through the swears and frustration makes the finished product more valuable to me. (Every time my wheel spins, an angel gets his wings? You're welcome, Clarence.)
When Alyson said that she was excited about the spinning wheel, I was pleased. It's so nice to have the right tool at the right moment, and I love being a part of that process when customers assemble our products. I didn't realize that Alyson was going the full hog--and mean, the FULL hog.
Joseph & Aubrey Bjork