Spinning wheel, got to go round

"What goes up, must come down. Spinning wheel, got to go round." - "Spinning Wheel" Blood Sweat and Tears.
You know what, the axel goes up, and sometimes it takes an extra push from my hands to go back down. And THEN the spinning wheel turns.

This week was week one of spinning. I like it! Beads are like crack. One of my friends said the yarn is like weed. Spinning...I say it's something like morphine or opium. I'm happy and sedated.
I'm borrowing Patricia's spare wheel since I don't have one (yet) and spinning, spinning, spinning...WHEE!!!!!!

Tote Exchange loot

I got my bag from the tote exchange. I like. It's black with a dark grey stripe...perfect for me in winter since I like those colors. Would you believe that in the winter, I tend to dress darker, partly because I spent a lot of time with New Yorkers but also because if I wake up grumpy, bright colors will make me grumpier? Black and dark grey don't make me grumpier. And this bag is big enough to lug some knitting around in. I also got some tea candles (yay!) and some candy (mmm!).