The true definition of torture is having a brand new wheel and giant box of fiber waiting for you, but no time to spin. First, I was teaching, and now I’m catching up on all the stuff I missed while teaching… if I am very, very good I’m going to let myself take it out of the bag later today and set it up within visual range. The cats have already been enjoying the shipping box.
Which wheel, you ask? A Louet Victoria, bringing my monarchist wheel collection to 2 out of 3.
(I call my Ashford Elizabeth II “Queen Liz,” and unless there’s a Queen Joy I don’t know about…)