I was thinking while I was outside slippin' and slidin' on the icy trails (the downside of the sun coming out, while the temperature stays the same) about a conversation with my Dad on Saturday afternoon. He saw my Projects page and, while lovingly accusing me of being self-promoting, mentioned that he "remembered Granny Conley knitting socks." He also remembers helping card wool for her to spin her own yarn. The eventual fate of her spinning wheels is unfortunately (though unfortunately doesn’t cover it) lost to memory. I suggested that he put all that time watching New Yankee Workshop and equipment he’s collecting to good use and make me one, and he’s considering it. Now I just need to learn to spin...