My ridiculously thoughtful neighbor pal gave me the most beautiful antique spinning wheel I’ve ever seen.
I’m not a spinner–yet–so I really don’t know what I’m doing, but I wanted to show you how pretty she is.
The fly wheel seems to be in great shape, all the spokes are pristine.
The flyer is intact, the whorl looks good. It came with several bobbins.
The mother of all and the maidens are good. It has a birdcage distaff (almost intact) and a great tensioning screw.
All that I can tell is missing is the footman, which should be simple for me to replace.
The treadle is strong but nicely worn by much use and is a pleasure to rest my bare foot on.
Now all I need is some sheep or a field of flax.