Yesterday afternoon I pulled out some Icelandic roving and my Turkish spindle and started to play. (And that sounds like a small world, right? All I needed was a Belgian waffle and a Brazilian... um, nevermind)
Here's a video all about Turkish spindles, with Abby Franquemont, who is the Master of All Things Spindly. I watched that one, as well as several others, as I got ready to give my new toy a whirl.
Assemble the parts.
I love how it sits at a jaunty angle when at rest, rather than rolling off into the next room when it hits the floor. Or worse, rolling towards the nearest cat, who will be utterly convinced that you've brought it the Best New Cat Toy EVER. (Woohoo!)
There was a learning curve, combined with a re-learning curve. I haven't done any spindle spinning in at least 3 years, and I've only used a top-whorl spindle. The weight distribution of the bottom-whorl was a little hard to get used to. (I may try to assemble this one upside down and see it it's usable that way. Experimenting is always fun.) (Well, not always, but usually.) (Well, sometimes.)
Once I got some singles built up, I pulled the pin,
yanked off its arms,
and was left with a little center-pull ball ready to be plied.
I tied the leader back to the spindle
and plied from both ends and ended up with a sweet little ball of yarn.
It's not my best spinning ever, but it's by far not my worst, either. (Full disclosure - there was a lot of cussing involved in the plying process. Those singles were really lively and prone to twist. With each other, with themselves, with my hair, with the spindle itself. It wasn't all "Tada! Yarn!")
And even though it's all neatly packaged in a nice center pull ball, I'm going to hunt up my kniddy knoddy and wind it off into a skein so I can soak it to distribute the twist a little better.
I'm really pleased with this new spindle. It's fun that it disassembles to pack flat, which makes it beautifully portable.
I'm already planning to make a bag for it, too. Because obviously I don't have enough to do.