Spinning is the moment when wool makes a promise. A promise of strength, warmth, and beauty. The spinner places the spindle in her palm. It is a simple tool, made of wood: a fine rod and a circular disk to weigh the movement.

The spindle spins, suspended by a thread that slowly stretches. The motion is fluid, almost meditative. Each turn transforms a cloud of wool into a fine, regular cord, which the ancients compare to the threads of destiny.

The length of the spindle depends on the purpose of the thread: threads for the chain require strength and regularity, while those for the weft are more flexible. Long, slow spindles are preferred for spinning threads that will hold the knots.

As the spindle turns, the spinner sings. A song of hope, presence. She creates, with every meter, the thread of tradition.