I didn't believe that I could ever have the spinner's mindset, but maybe I do?
I bought this roving a couple weeks ago at Rainbow Fleece Farm. I don't know exactly what breed of sheep it came from. It's very soft. At first I had problems with it sliding apart when I tried to draft it and the spindle fell to the floor a few times. But, I think the whole process is starting to make sense to me. This is the first time I've actually produced a length of something I would call yarn without feeling that I was stretching the definition. Of course, this isn't enough to be useful for much other than as an accent in something else. I plan to continue spinning up the ball of roving, and maybe I can make a hat. Or part of a hat.
It's mind-boggling to me to think about how many hours it took to make a garment 1000 years ago! Imagine, all spinning done on drop spindles and how long it would take to make enough thread to weave into cloth, or yarn for a sweater? and then the time making it. Even a lower-middle class American enjoys such a standard of living compared to what all but the most pampered royalty endured back then.
The bottom photo shows it after I plied, but still on the spindle.
Now, tell me I do not need to think about a spinning wheel. Right? That would be trouble. I do not need a wheel.