I have two wheels. I love them both. My first wheel is a Louet S51 DT. It's a workhorse of a wheel and I would recommend her to anyone in a heart beat.
My Second wheel is a Journey. I got her before Jonathan started charging closer to what they are worth. I will wax poetic about her to any company that is moderatley polite. She is an engineering marvel, I can take her anywhere, and she's made of a lovely wood that is just as buttery to the eye as to the fingers.
I mostly use the Journey Wheel. Due to her size, she's just easier to pull out. But I still love my Louie for plying.
I haven't plied in a while, but I'm getting ready for Spa, and I pulled Louie out, and holy crap. These bobbins are farking hyooge! Like tea cup vs dum-bell huge. Like, holy sh*t, I have five of these things. When did I plan on needing room for a family of alpacas? Was I planning on needing enough to knit a bed cover for my queen-size?
I often feel this way, as of late, when I find myself amongst other fiber people (less the holy sh*t, more the feeling that I've forgotten the sheer expanse of it all). Since I've moved, I don't really knit. I spin, because I've happily done that without company most of the tie since I started. But knitting was always social.
And since I've moved, and changed jobs, it's happened in fits and starts. I hope someday to finish my husband's sweater, so that's one of the only things I'll let myself knit. I'm at the first sleeve. Downhill from here. I think he'll have it for next winter, at least.
I know, I know. I've been whining about this. But I guess I'm just checking in to say I'm still working on it. I look forward to seeing folks at Spa. And maybe it's time to take Tyler Durden's advice, and choose my own level of involvement.
Miss you guys. Talk at you later :) Now, back to these barbells.