I have written of joining the Northern Colorado Weavers Guild, where spinners are also welcome. And knitters, too. And felters…and any other fiber artistes, really…
One of their missions is sharing knowledge and skills in all aspects of the fiber arts. One of the ways that is done is through demonstrations, such as happened this past weekend at a 4-H Fun Fiber Fest. Some of our group taught a class in beginning weaving, and others of us peopled a booth, demonstrating with our wheels and looms and spindles (….ohmy!).
I volunteered to go and spin. And I did, spin, that is, and I had a really good experience.
And while that may not seem like all that big of thing to some, it is huge for me on several counts. I volunteered by myself…I went by myself….I did sort of know where I was going, but I had to find exactly the right place. I knew, in general, the guild members are a friendly, kindly bunch, but I didn’t know any who would be there, and that is really pretty freaky for me, and often grounds for me to chicken out. AND…I would be spinning with who knows who. What if I wasn’t good enough?
Really. I know….but I have been spinning for only three years, and it seems everyone I meet has been spinning WAY longer than that. Especially at the guild and? Back in the day? I would still be apprenticing!
But on Saturday, I forged ahead, braved the final frontier, and packed myself and Molly, the Marvelous Matchless to the Fest. Where we had Fun. With Fiber....
I spun, and I didn’t spin badly, and had an awesome time. I got to know some of the Guild members better, was able to tell some of those who happened by about what the Guild offers, and answered some questions about spinning in general (without being too intimidated!). I also made a pretty big dent in the merino I am trying to get past.