Most of us know the story of Rumpelstiltskin, yes? With the maiden whose father tells the king she can spin gold from straw?
Tonight we had a little family party at our house, and one of my nephews seemed fascinated by my spinning wheel and wanted to touch it. None of us were even sure he knew what he was looking at but he, very matter-of-fact, exclaimed “It makes gold!” To which I laughed and replied “Well, I guess that must make me Rumpelstiltskin!”
Never one to turn down showing an interested child how something works, I pulled my wheel out better and explained how it worked. I even let him treadle a bit with me. He so carefully worked with me to turn the wheel, watching the yarn uptake onto the bobbin. And just before he decided he was done with the process he looked up and asked “Where’s the gold?”
If only, little dude. If only.
