Don't forget to give me some advice on this ethical situation.
Today I was on Youtube looking for tutorials on spinning wool with a drop spindle.
(I volunteered to help out at the Elementary School Colonial Days living history thingie in the spinning booth. Now I realize that for all the hours that I demonstrated drop spindle spinning as a young child at my grandfather's rug lectures, I have completely forgotten how to draw the wool appropriately so that the twist doesn't enter the roving -- creating a huge unpickable knot which is then wrapped around your wrist. Gah. Apparently it's NOT quite like riding a bike.) Explanation of the problem is that I used hand carved, determinately unbalanced "bottom whorl" drop spindles from Afghanistan. The coordinator of Colonial Days has invested in lovely newly manufactured "top whorl" spindles with such excellent balance that they spin a hell of a lot faster than I'm accustomed too. And I'm the lead demonstrator. Floor, open up now and swallow me whole.
I love what you find on Youtube. Like this "spinning video." Neo's expressed an interest in learning. I envision pens flying all over her room. Hee.
Edited to add: This must be proof positive that I do indeed have a hand fetish. No. Seriously. Watching the tendons twitch on the back of a knuckle? Or the muscles flicker on the inside of a lower arm? Yep. Very nice. I need to Shut Up Now before I embarrass myself further.