As proof that spinning is sexy, this happened Monday night: Friends were over with their two young boys. Eli is about five, I think. He wanted to know how the spinning wheel worked, so we went in my yarn room and I showed him. He immediately, intuitively knew how the wheels and gears worked together, how the drive band worked, and why the flyer wasn’t spinning when the yarn leader wasn’t threaded through the orifice. Five-year old boy, people. Things I still don’t get unless I think very hard.
Suddenly, he was threading a pair of my underwear onto the wheel, under the drive band. (Clean ones from the laundry, I will state for the record.)
See? Cogs, gears, wheels, and panties. Boys think spinning is sexy. (And so do girls, thank goodness.)