I recently taught my mother to spin, and she's been burning the candle at both ends spinning our unique upholstery yarn range complete with matching pom-poms.
My father has listened to the squeaks of the spinning wheel and ball winder through many winter evenings, made worse by the fact he's not allowed the sound up on the television.
So with the intention of speeding his ladies up in their tasks, he has set about inventing an electric ball winding machine.
It doesn't make a round ball yet because it is slightly off balance, but I'm sure you'll agree, it is a beautiful piece of craftsmanship, turned in finest cherry wood from the garden and mounted on Mother's old food mixer.
Sadly we were interupted whilst making this film, so please watch this space and next time I'm home we'll show the magic cocoons it can make!
Thank you Dad. I know you're not allowed to use the internet either but I'll show you this blog very soon. x
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