Spinning Wheel Injury of the Third Kind

Posted on May 21, 2009. 11 comments

I had my first spinning related injury yesterday whose sole responsibility relied entirely upon user error. I was excitedly teaching Roberta to spin (!!!) at her request (!!!!) when I jumped up from my wheel to grab a book from the bookshelf to share the magic that is art yarn. The next few moments unfolded in micro holyshits. First my wheel tipped precariously toward the floor, then Roberta reached out to grab it while I simultaneously shot my hand forward somehow grabbing the flyer hooks instantly stopping the wheel descent. This delicate ballet of ass over teakettle finally came to an end with the wheel reseated properly on the floor and me clutching my thumb while shrieking louder than Siouxsie and all her Banshees.
I don't blame the wool.
The only thing it's guilty of is wiling me with its subtle shades and killer name, Leafy Seadragon. (Although the unexpected visitor pictured in top left leaves a cold wind on my neck).
At this point I'd like to reassure my readers that spinning is in fact a safe pastime and one has great rewards.
That and small gaping flesh wounds are easily closed with new skin. (But my pride will remain injured for at least a week).


  • Posted by Heidi on May 23, 2009

    haha micro holyshits haha….

  • Posted by Cathy on May 22, 2009

    I am recalling now another thumb-related injury! Do you remember when you almost cut the end of your thumb off making dinner once?? Me and Randy sure do!!
    It does look really nasty though
    Hey see you soon!!

  • Posted by AlisonH on May 22, 2009

    But at least you caught the wheel. My then-teenage son tripped over mine in the dark, lost his balance, and that big foot of his landed splat on the flyer, shattering it and more. Cost me $120 for the replacement parts, and the thing has shimmied and shook ever since.

  • Posted by mindy on May 21, 2009

    Now that that wheel has taught you who is boss, you can get down to the process of obeying its whims without question. When it tells you in the middle of spinning the pink blend that it wants blue, you are now able to change bobbins and spin that blue without second guessing yourself- knowing full well what the consequences may be if you don’t. obey. the. wheel. (that being said, its late enough over here, i’m off to bed)

  • Posted by Roberta on May 21, 2009

    You’ll be happy to know I didn’t let your accident scare me away from spinning. Today my roommate got to witness my obsessed look but was soon distracted by the pretty colors.
    Glad the finger is still attached to the hand :)

  • Posted by marri on May 21, 2009

    that first photo gives me a case of the wigglies, which is related to the heebie jeebies but not to the wiggles (shudder).
    heal! heal!

  • Posted by Clumsy Knitter on May 21, 2009

    Consider it a badge of honor, or a rite of passage, or…whatever. You know, “Only REAL spinners have their battle wounds to prove it!”

  • Posted by Kath on May 21, 2009

    See! I just knew spinning was dangerous! It’s all those things going round and round…t’aint natural! ;)

  • Posted by Victoria on May 21, 2009

    Ouchie! Gorgeous stuff though!

  • Posted by anmiryam on May 21, 2009

    I knew there was a reason I don’t spin!

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