It all started in Iona . . .a tiny, magical island in the Inner Hebrides of Scotland. I was there in March. I know, I know, who in their right mind goes to Scotland in March???
Being a knitter, I wanted to get some wool while I was there, but really, there was none to be found that had been spun there on the island. There are a lot of sheep there - probably more sheep than people, but I was there in lambing season, not shearing season. Anyway, there were tufts and bits of wool all over the ground, and I was hiking every day, and when the lightbulb went on in my head, I started picking up the bits. Then my friends started picking up the bits for me, until I had a large plastic bag full of bits of wool. I figured that I could do SOMETHING with it.
Fast forward to mid-May, when the boxes I sent home finally arrived. There was my little bag of wool! Time for a trip to The Fold. After a number of phone calls, a time was set up for an actual lesson with owner, Toni Neal. I headed out early one Saturday morning in June with Linda and Jamie in tow. Thus began my adventures in spinning . . .