‘All it needs is momentum’: Turning the wheel on handspinning

The girl in the polkadot coat peeked into the case. I observed her eyes roam over brittle rods, wooden discs, dusty clouds of wool. ‘Mummy, are they toys?‘ she sang, fogging the glass. Her mother, attention elsewhere, said she thought they might be before drifting onwards through the gallery.  Imagine a museum cabinet of the … Continue reading ‘All it needs is momentum’: Turning the wheel on handspinning