I was on the phone with my Mom this afternoon. She began the conversation like this.
Mom-“What does a person who knows about spinning wheels know about a distaff? Or, would a person who knows about spinning need a distaff?”
I explain what I think a distaff is for.
Mom – “So maybe this person could afford to purchase the $25.00 distaff at some point in the future?”
Mom – “Now, what would a person who knows about spinning think about the color choices of clear, maple or mahogany?”
I am laughing pretty hard at this point.
Mom – “No wait, let’s talk about your house remodeling. You put in a wall of built in bookshelves. What color did you stain the shelves?”
I painted them red.
Mom- “Perhaps a spinning person could be surprised?”
Oh my. I do not know what to think. A month or so ago she asked if I had purchased a wheel. I explained that it was more of a “some day” type of goal. She replied that I should talk to my Grandma about it, because my birthday is coming up. Before you start to think that I am a youngster because I can ask my Grandma for things, let me inform you that not only do I have one Grandma knocking on 100, I have two!! Anyway, I would never ask my Grandma for such an extravagant gift. Especially after she said she would be gifting Oldest Daughter a laptop to take to University. Looks like my Mom took the spinning wheel and ran with it. I am torn by feelings of unworthiness and guilt. It is the specialness of growing up Norwegian AND Jewish.