No, this isn’t a firehouse post. Keep reading! However, Flickr has washed their hands of my problem, so I’ve forwarded their last email to IT Auntie, and hopefully she can figure out what is going on. Sigh.
Almost two years ago, I got talked into my first spinning classes. I earnestly believed they really were just to give me a working knowledge of fibers. Several of you laughed knowingly. I hated the drop spindle, but bought one anyway. Long story short, I eventually bought a sweet little Bellus wheel from Heavenly Handspinning.
I called him Bellus for over a year, knowing that he needed a name of his own. I’ve never cared for the practice of calling people by their last names, which I guess is how my crazy mind categorized the name Bellus.
Why yes, that is the wee one, wondering why the Siren is on top of the hot tub… She’s turned out to be no trouble at all when I spin. I do have to put my fiber up when I step away, even for a second, but she’s content to snugle at my side, sit in my lap (not my favorite spot for her while I’m spinning!), or she’ll go play, all without ever jarring the wheel.
Perhaps this would be a better post if I’d cropped the photos, but deal with it, okay? Y’all can pop over to Flickr and look at any of the photos in whatever size suits you, and yes… that was typed with some bitterness.
Double treadle and a free wheel inspection
At any rate, here’s a photo of the treadles. That’s a must for me – two peddles, to keep me centered while I spin. That’s also why I love a castle-style wheel, meaning one that doesn’t look like the spinning wheel most of you think of when you hear the words.
The Siren is a great little wheel. You can read the specs on the link above, but it’s under ten pounds – another requirement for me and my back – and yet it is solid-feeling. I’d never spun with Irish tension before I ordered Bellus, but I like the simplicity of it.
For those of you who don’t spin, the left side is where I sit, and the right side is the “back” of the wheel. Again, it’s a very simple set-up, and it was great to learn on a wheel with so few parts.
Orafice and the not-inspector
I am half-heartedly shopping for another wheel, but not because there’s anything wrong with The Siren. The Siren is a great little wheel, and I wish it got more press and respect. It is less expensive than many wheels on the market, but that doesn’t reflect inferior craftsmanship. The Fords make a nice wheel, mostly of wood, under 10 pounds and under $250. Jan spins laceweight regularly on her wheel (a single treadle, I believe).
See Sissy up there? She and The Siren aren’t friends. While Gretchen likes the creature that allows her to snort fiber, Sissy finds the spacetakerupper very annoying. It’s almost always precisely where she’d like to sit, stand, walk, etc.
Now, about the name. Ruth gets the credit. She left a comment about a week ago, cautioning me about “the siren call of Bellus” and it clicked! Of course a former firefighter, now married to a fire chief, would have a wheel named after something related to the fire service. I’d considered other variations names siren-related, but nothing else felt right. I love a siren, and rather demand to operate said noisemaker when I do run a call.
I like an air horn – a real air horn, not some electric or computer-generated knock-off – but there are no poetic references to an air horn, unless we make the leap to a fog horn on a ship, and I don’t believe those tie in to spinning so well.
So, what’s up for your weekend? I don’t have a single thing planned, other than getting the fur-girls out for some walks while the weather is nice. More reading – I’m almost finished with Underdog – and of course, some spinning and knitting. I do have an FO, but I’m waiting to see if it fits first!