as you who read this blog know well,
i am slowly paying for my spinning wheel.
i’m very close to having it paid off,
and in a couple weeks,
it will be mine.

however,
someone has gotten me that much closer;
an unnamed “sugar mama” sent beth some money on my behalf.

beth will not reveal who this is.
i’m supposed to figure it out on my own.
not knowing is kinda killing me a little.
it’s like hearing the best gossip ever,
but not knowing who it’s about.

the irish blood in me makes it difficult to accept such a generous gift, while the poor-ass fiber whore in me says shut up and take it already!

so to whomever it was who paid for a portion of my wheel,
i say thank you. i am truly grateful for your kindness,
and i dedicate this video to you.

(i’m gonna find you!)

with my hospital bills all paid (i hope),
and electronic ink still drying on my lansing lease,
i should be squeezing my pennies like a scotsman.

so the first thing i do,
when assessing my funds?
i decide to make a purchase.

it was eight and four months ago,
when i learned to treadle steady,
and witnessed the power of twist.

i was hooked.
it was magic
worked by my fingers.
there was no going back.

it changed me.

a year is a long time to want something
wanting a thing for that long means
i make it my business to have it.

you can’t always get what you want, they say,
no matter how deep the desire.
true.

but this?
this wheel?
this i can make mine.

and i will have it.

layaway bitches!

**this post is dedicated to the ├╝ber cool beth smith of the spinning loft. you should give her money for things. i did.

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