Between The Dog barking and Newt acting jealous and destructive, my spinning wheel practice has been haphazard at best. Until today. Newt seems to have gotten past his annoyance, now that he has annexed Bed #47.
Couldn’t figure out where he had flitted off to as every time I attempt to practice, he’s either been been hanging from wool I’m trying to feed into the wheel, batting at the tools and decoration hanging from the wheel, or, climbing my leg while I’m treadling.
Ah well, no worries, as it was about time for his afternoon nap. I could spin in peace – or so I thought.
Tried to lift the bag to reach for more wool, and ugh! It was heavy! What on earth?
I rooted around in the now solid and heavy bag, (formerly light and airy, in spite of the pile of wool inside). Poked around underneath the wool, and who did I find burrowed inside?
What’s a girl to do? I readily admit that Newt gets everything he wants (which is why he already HAS 46 Annex Beds), but I need that wool for practice!
Too cute, Lisa! Love that last picture especially!