I've mentioned before, here at the in-laws', that I prefer some of the long-term neighbors to some of the family members.
Last night, one of those preferred neighbors invited over a bunch of friends, had them bring their spinning wheels, and sit on the back deck and make yarn while the sun set. She invited me, 'cause she's just that nice. I went, 'cause I need to get the fuck out of the house more, AND I like that neighbor quite a lot.
Being self-taught (my lifetime's instruction consists of half an hour spent with this very neighbor, watching her spin and asking questions - it was so casual she'd be shocked to know I consider it a lesson), my first thought was "oh shoot, I'm gonna make an ass of myself". But I cowboyed up and hauled my wheel across the street and sat down to (I thought) look like a totally clueless beginner fumbling through her first bobbin of singles.
Long term readers may remember me saying that when I learned to knit, all by my lonesome and self-taught, that it was kind of cool because no one was there to tell me anything was hard. Apparently that applies to spinning, too.
I took along some Purple Trainwreck in case we were doing Show and Tell (I did sift through the skeins to find the nicest-looking one), and they passed it around. Comments varied from "ooooh, pretty, I love these colors" to "you did this with food coloring??!!?" to "holy CRAP, is that chain-plying?"
So I guess I'm not too bad at spinning. That'll teach me to be all neurotic. (But I'll do it again in similar situations, you just watch.)