My husband is one of those non-fiber people who can’t tell if his socks are inside out or not. It’s okay, he has many other redeeming qualities! He saw It Itches! and liked the cartoons. And he is wonderful at “helping” me with my fiber obsessions.
The first time I made him, I mean he offered to, take me to look at an antique wheel for sale there were some things in the back of the pickup and I was worrying there might not be room for the wheel should I want to purchase it. Mind you, this was a scant two months after I bought my first wheel (a new modern one).
The antique in question was one of those poor spinning wheels someone had turned into a lamp and had a tall post coming out of the table, and the truck has a canopy. But I thought if the wheel were really great I could rescue it you know. He said, “Well, if it won’t fit in the truck I don’t think we can get it.” To which I stubbornly replied, “No, I’m not willing to decide that before we see it!” We almost had a fight but prudently decided to stop talking about it until we saw the wheel. It was in very bad shape: warped drive wheel, lamp post appendage, nailed tight tension adjustment piece; she said it had broken and been fixed.
My husband was very relieved I didn’t want to buy it. But I did make him stop at the nearest library so I could get on Ravelry and post that I hadn’t bought it in case another woman who had been interested wanted to go look. She had woodworking experience you know, but she decided against it.
Later that day I was unpacking and looked into the bed of the truck and burst out laughing. It would have been a very large wheel indeed to not fit in the truck! Gah! Spinning wheel fumes had finally cleared out of my head! Shortly after that I followed up on a Craigslist posting for a Canadian Production Wheel. That turned out to be a perfect wheel and we had a lovely trip involving two ferries to fetch her.