Women's Work
For a brigits_flame mini contest. 100 word prompt, 'Manual'. Nonfiction(!).
Women's Work
Handspinning connects me to my ancient female ancestry. The spindle falls, balanced against its own gyroscopic motion, fiber flows through my fingers, lofty roving transforms into strong thread.
Lace floats in Shetland autumns generations ago. Viking sails strain, one ship requiring everything that four spinners could produce in a season. This wool and wood is a powerful heritage. My hands and the spindle know this craft better than my cluttered modern intellect. I catch my spindle to wind a length, the thread travels far further than the distance between my outstretched hands: to the womb of the first strong woman.
Women's Work
Handspinning connects me to my ancient female ancestry. The spindle falls, balanced against its own gyroscopic motion, fiber flows through my fingers, lofty roving transforms into strong thread.
Lace floats in Shetland autumns generations ago. Viking sails strain, one ship requiring everything that four spinners could produce in a season. This wool and wood is a powerful heritage. My hands and the spindle know this craft better than my cluttered modern intellect. I catch my spindle to wind a length, the thread travels far further than the distance between my outstretched hands: to the womb of the first strong woman.