Awhile back I started this blog-resolution (sort of) to write/research about spinning in America–hand-spindling, to be exact, but wheels would be fine, too. Now I’m officially saving up for a wheel and I’m uber-excited about that. Though it appears I’ve abandoned the idea, I haven’t; yes, I tend to flit from here to there, and I tend to pick up projects and abandon them as quickly as I did them in the first place. Which is quickly.

I’m still kicking around ideas fo research to do with spindling. I learn new things about the art of spinning everyday… it’s the researching the history part that isn’t exactly thrilling me right now. It’s kind of baffling that so little research/study/commentary exists. Well. Maybe not.

It’s the whole “Big H” vs. “little h” history thing. Because Man writes History (historically speaking), things like housework, of course, become petty things, things that don’t magnify Man–in the opinion of Man. How the sweaters of fishermen came to be, or how the bloody socks of the U.S. Revolutionary War were knit by hand by loving mothers, sisters, daughters, wives and lovers–it doesn’t matter. The fact that Man fought the sea and won, conquered fish and ate, fought bloody battles and defeated nations… well. I suppose that’s much more important, eh?

I think of it as a tapestry; we are all tiny threads, and when our lives weave together our singularity: weak, fine and extremely thin: becomes part of a greater whole: a dense fabric, strog and warm, full of rich colors portraying, perhaps, a story through the tapestry’s larger picture. When one sees a tapestry, one most likely does not focus on one thread, or even one small group of thread: one focuses on the thing in its entirety. We do that in our human lives when we look at the humans around us. We have preconceptions and misconceptions about other nations, other cultures; or even within our own cultures, we stereotype on many ends. Our worldview stems beyond looking at one color or one section of the tapestry; we examine this thread of sub-culture or that thread of culture and that thread of ethnic identity.

Fascinating. Really. All that to say, I’m workig on deciphering the threads of the spinning sub-culture, folks.