Some time ago I described here my true Icelandic spindle, now time came for Scotland 🙂 It is Scotland, from where one of the least popular and least known spindles come from. In apparence, it resembles an ordinary piece of wood that hardly can promise anything spectacular.. and you could not be more wrong! Of all the spindles I’ve used, the Scottish ones are the closest of my soul.
When I was moving to a small house in the countryside this spring one of my first thoughts was how to organize my new backyard space. My original plan was to create 3 different plots – herb and vegetable garden, dyeing garden and a microscopic hemp field. While the first two ideas have succeeded entirely, the third one was effectively knocked out by our Polish reality and legal restrictions. My conclusion from this adventure was that if one would like to cover all the way from hemp straw to a ready-made yarn, the best way is to find someone growing it on a large scale and buy from him few armfuls 🙂
It’s 0:46 at night. Cold night between 31st October and 1st of November is witnessing a return of souls of those who passed away and today, all cold and hungry wander around searching for a way to their former homes.
Old Slavic custom is not to be afraid of them, but help them find their homes so they can spend this special night with their families. As it is difficult today to burn the fires along a road, my fiance and I took our old lantern wit candles and walked along the path leading from the village to the fields. Again and again I could hear rustling and crackling coming out of the thickets on both sides of the dirt road. Souls? Ancestors looking for their old homes? Who knows, I’m sure a few of these sounds belonged to a cmall black creature that gracefuly pierced the darkness and began to rub against our legs 🙂