Customer Make: Joanna's Wheel

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.) 

One of our customers, Joanna, sent us a picture of her completed wheel. Look how well it came together! This is a picture of the Irish Tension wheel in red. I would name it Uriel, following the angelic tradition. In any case, thanks to Joanna for sharing your make with us. It even matched your plant. :)