Well, I'm trying my hand at being a foster parent-no-not a real kid. It's an antique spinning wheel that belongs to my BFF (Yup, Carol, that's you). I talked her into letting me take it home to see if I could get it working. Well, I polished it up, oiled it, made a new drive band and had it going in no time. One problem was a horrible screechy squeak-with my windows open, I'm sure the whole neighborhood heard, and wondered if I was strangling a cat. Oil didn't do it, so out came the candle wax. I applied it about 5 times before it finally quieted down. But, the squeak sounded like it was saying the name Judith Anne-so with Carol's okay we named her Judith Anne-I call her Judie. Once I figured out the ins and outs of double drive I spun up some Egyptian cotton I've had packed away for a couple years, did some lace weight wool for a shawl I want to make, and-I bought some flax and started to spin that. I had to make a distaff for it-parts of it were missing. So I dug up a couple dowels and fashioned a usable distaff.